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...began the year before, when George Hull, a prosperous Binghamton, N.Y., cigar manufacturer, was roused to mischief by a clergyman who preached that the U.S. was the true setting for Genesis. Happily for Hull, the imaginative minister was fond of scriptural quotes like, "There were giants in the earth in those days." So the tobacconist hired a shady Chicago sculptor to turn a block of gypsum into a 10-ft. Goliath, which was shipped to a relative's farm in Cardiff, N.Y., for burial. After a year of underground seasoning, the figure was "discovered," and Cousin Stubby's farm became...
...chorus of real and imagined religious zealots, yellow journalists, gangsters and robber barons. The Wall Street rogue Jay Gould actually sells someone a piece of the Brooklyn Bridge. A Jewish peddler leaves the fold to become a dowser for parched anti-Semites. Hull changes the name of a new cigar from Pickaninny to Uncle Tom after hearing that black smokers might be offended...
PULP PROPHET White-maned, white-suited, his omnipresent cigar cocked at a jaunty angle, Sam Fuller, encountered in Parisian exile, briefly stilled the stream of consciousness that usually rushed across his gravel-bed larynx. He was searching for something he rarely offered in his movies--a neat summarizing idea. "That's it," he finally offered. "A director takes a song, a lyric, and makes a symphony of it. Does that make sense...
...stage in both the orchestra and choir, providing a beautiful setting for the soloists' brocades, sequins, taffeta and diamonds. Nor did the non-musical excitement end there. A brief intermission provided opportunity to eavesdrop on the gossip of the very nattiest of the old Boston families or enjoy a cigar or rose in the lounge...
...about 1:30 a bunch of us end up at Charlie's Kitchen of all places. Sitting in the second floor bar, we're easily the youngest people in the room. Joe, the middle-aged bartender is pacing and smoking a cigar. At the table next over from ours is a guy well into his 70s. He's drinking a Budweiser and scribbling on three separate pads, all the while sneaking glimpses at the new Green Day video on one of the bar's many television sets...