Word: clink
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...outboard motors pulsed the season's first promise. Fragrance of honeysuckle and roses overlay the smell of charcoal and seared beef. The thud of baseball against mitt, the abrasive grind of roller skate against concrete, the jarring harmony of the Good Humor bell tolled the day; the clink of ice, the distant laugh, the surge of hi-fi through the open window came with the night...
...Trolley. In Jacksonville, Thomas H. Callahan explained to Judge John Santora that he was really waiting for a streetcar when the cops picked him up for vagrancy, got ten days in the clink anyway because there has not been a streetcar in town for 20 years...
...sensational art robbery of 1911 when the Mona Lisa disappeared from the Louvre for nearly two years. The police sprang into action. They got word that one "Gaby" Rouze was boasting in the bistros of how he had helped pull the job. Once gabby Gaby was in the clink, other characters began landing there, too. Finally, the police arrested "Loulou le Belge," accused him of hiding the paintings for 48 hours in his apartment in Nice. But where were the paintings now? Loulou shrugged that he did not know...
...south. It is at once a dark and tragic slum, a thriving, neon-trimmed Main Street, a sparkling and earsplitting nightclub. It is the homesick croon of a West Indian immigrant, the glint of a switchblade in a teen-age rumble, the patient prayers of the hardworking faithful, the clink of pennies in a revivalist's plate. Harlem has mothered a strange and varied brood: Bojangles Robinson, tap-dancing down Broadway; Sugar Ray Robinson in a fuchsia Cadillac; Josephine Baker in a banana-laden G-string; pro-Communist Vito Marcantonio, haranguing a street-corner crowd; Father Divine...
This grey, depressing tale is saved by Author Braine's sure knowledge of his characters. He is unpitying as he sketches their fretful struggles to swim free of the muddy currents of ordinariness that surround ordinary Englishmen. Their speech rings as true as the clink of cheap teacups, their attempts at gaiety have all the poor authority of weak beer...