Word: breakfasting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Mexico City, before dawn one morning last week, 34-year-old Captain Gabriel Avila Camacho stopped for breakfast at Wimpy's, a hot-dog tavern on the Avenida Oaxaca, near the U.S. Embassy. He was on his way to Texcoco, 25 miles away, where he was building a factory. Gabriel is the youngest of four Avila Camacho brothers. His older brother, Manuel, is President of Mexico...
According to the account which he gave afterwards, he was sitting there, eating his breakfast, when a young man he had never seen before came in. The young man took one look at Gabriel Avila Camacho, drew a gun and cried: "I've been looking for you!" Then he began to beat Captain Avila Camacho about the head with the butt of his pistol. Young Avila Camacho seized the gun, turned it on his assailant, shot him dead. Then he drove away...
...more of Anita O'Day's vocal (OKEH) . . . Half the Count Basie rhythm section (Jo Jones and the Count himself) are featured with the Benny Goodman sextet on I've Found A New Baby. Jones' drumming is superb, and well supported by Artic Bernstein on string bass. The reverse, Breakfast Feud, contains some tenor sax which shows Georgie Auld to be improving by leaps and bounds. There are few white tenor sax which shows Georgie Auld to be improving by leaps and bounds. There are few white tenor men who can come near him these days (COLUMBIA) . . . Reissue...
...should put your ability to work. If you don't take English A you are the man we are looking for. Under any condition, step over tomorrow night and have one on the CRIMSON while getting an inside view on the inner workings of "Cambridge's only breakfast table daily...
...Street. It took him fifteen minutes to reach the Waldorf, what with the day's greetings to give and receive. Each morning he presented the Waldorf counter-girl with an apple, for which bribe he had his soft-boiled eggs brought to his table by a bus-boy. After breakfast he sat there, donned pince-nez, and scoured the Herald, pausing now and then to extract a paragraph with his pen-knife. About 9:15 he went for a walk, an eternal walk, up and down, around, through the Yard, constantly smoking but never inhaling, smiling, chatting, examining the same...