Word: chili
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...bright spot in old San Antonio until 1937 was its Hay Market Plaza. There, on the Mexican West Side at evening charcoal blazed under open pots and Mexican "Chili Queens" served hot tamales, enchiladas, tortillas, chili-&-beans, famed menudo (tender tripe and hominy) to customers at sidewalk tables. Then San Antonio authorities ran the "Chili Queens" off the Plaza as a "sanitary" measure...
...Mayor Maury Maverick solemnly advised a group of local respectables that they were violating the law by banqueting out-of-doors. If he and they could break the law, Maury Maverick went on to say, why not let the Hay Market Mexicans do the same? He promptly invited the "Chili Queens" to return. This did him no harm with the thousands of Texas Mexicans who are now his stanchest supporters...
...night last week the Mayor and his attractive wife went down to Hay Market Plaza, bought 15? portions of tamales, enchiladas, chili, tortillas and hot sauce. Guitar-playing troubadors in flaring red ties strummed and hummed La Cucaracha, La Golondrina, El Rancho Grande, and the resurrected Queens (aged 17 to 70) did a booming business at their red and green tables on the Plaza. There was one innovation. Mayor Maverick insisted that the Queens be clean...
Breeziest, most rambunctious, most irreverent of Broadway's daily critics is the Journal and American's tall, ruddy John Anderson. In his chili-sauce style, he has sassed Walter Winchell. greeted a stage character who took too long to die with "Here's your shroud, Mr. Quimby, what's your hurry?", described a play as having "the same relation to the drama as a dollar watch has to the Greenwich Observatory." This week Critic Anderson has published a richly illustrated book on the U. S. theatre,* turning its history into a swift, 100-page dash...
...Union City, Tenn. a gaunt man staggered into an all-night café to get a bowl of chili, was jailed for drunkenness. Bailed out next afternoon he was found to be Methodist William Gilbert Gaston, field secretary of the Tennessee Anti-Saloon League. Leaguer Gaston objected that he had been framed by Wets, protested: "I would rather be dead than have such a thing occur." Militant Methodist Bishop Horace Mellard Dubose, the Tennessee League's president, regretfully proclaimed : "There is nothing we can do but sever him from the League. . . . The terrible curse of liquor...