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...Catholic welfare agency sent the Kocos to New York, and another Slovak offered him a job in Detroit, sifting coal. "We arrived here without a winter coat," says Agnes. "We had nothing. Nothing." After several months of sifting coal, Koco got a job as a machinist, making gears at Massey-Ferguson. Then came a layoff. Koco turned to making boxes. He was a press operator. He worked part time as a school janitor (and studied English). He went back to Massey-Ferguson, was laid off three weeks ago. Now Agnes has found a job there, operating a grinding and shaving...
...then spent three years patrolling the western frontiers against marauding Indians. In 1755, at the disastrous battle before Fort Duquesne, he served as an aide to the ill-fated General Edward Braddock. Washington had two horses shot from under him (and four bullet holes shot into his hat and coat) while trying to rally the men. He was cool in action, a comrade recalls, "like a bishop at his prayers...
...bells sounded the appointed hour of 11 o'clock on June 28, and the snare drums rolled darkly for Sergeant Thomas Hickey. All the buttons had been slashed from his uniform coat, and the red epaulet from his right shoulder. The 80 soldiers in the ceremonial guard stood at attention, bayonets fixed. A crowd of thousands had gathered in a field just off New York's Bowery Lane to watch Sergeant Hickey die on the gallows. The condemned man was "unaffected and obstinate to the last," Artillary Surgeon William Eustis reported later, "except that when the chaplain took...
...last trip (1772-75), when one of his officers insisted on bringing a native Tahitian back to England as a souvenir (and promised that he would eventually be returned home). The Tahitian, a youth named Omai, soon became the pet of London Society. Dressed up in an elaborate frogged coat and sword, he was honored by budding Novelist Fanny Burney, who praised him as a "lyon of lyons." Sir Joshua Reynolds painted a portrait of him in a turban. He was even introduced to King George, whose name he mispronounced as he greeted him: "How do, King Tosh...
...this detracts from Chandler's ability to separate the amateur from the prose. Modern Russian literature is supposed to have tumbled from Gogol's overcoat; the American detective - from Ross MacDonald's Lew Archer to Gordon Parks' Shaft - enters in Philip Marlowe's trench coat. Even Dashiell Hammett's earlier fictions have not been so pervasive - largely, as Chandler noted, because "his writing has no echo and no tone." Chandler's does. The shady poetry of his similes ("I was as out of place as a tarantula on a wedding cake"), his metaphors...