Word: crateful
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Assorted Surprises. Next came a crate of assorted mugs, who, Committee Counsel Bob Kennedy contended, were rounded up by Dio and his henchmen. They served as officers of the phony locals that were set up to outvote Joint Council 16 President Martin Lacey in 1956 and elect Hoffa's man, John O'Rourke. Among these was one Armando Simontacci, who testified that, all of a sudden, although he had never been a member of the Teamsters, he was told one day by one of Dio's boys that he had been made president of Teamster Local...
...flowers came to the University in regular shipments, arriving over a period of almost a half century, from 1887 to 1936. Bierweiler unpacked the first crate in 1901, when he was just 15. The late Professor George L. Goodale hired him to care for the collection, and he has since been responsible for mounting, displaying, and repairing the specimens...
...took Sculptor Epstein a full year to mold the statue in clay, another year for it to be cast in aluminum. Then, for 18 months, while restoration of the nave proceeded, the figure remained in a crate as Sir Jacob, now 76, fretted that he might never live to see it unveiled. Last week he put aside his plaster-spattered corduroy work clothes, put on a well-worn morning suit and black Homburg and left with his wife for the pre-Easter hallowing of the restored nave and the dedication of his Christ in Majesty...
...skid. A lush (Salyer) lands on The Street from nowhere in particular, blows his last buck on the booze, sells his second pair of pants to buy some more, passes out on the sidewalk, wakes up to find his suitcase stolen, takes a day's work as a crate hustler, tries to straighten himself out at the Bowery Mission but just can't stand the quiet and runs out for a quick one. That night he gets sapped and rolled in a back street, and the next morning decides "to get off this Bowery-I'm goin...
...would be a short rehearsal before the performance. As we peered around noticing the height of the ceiling and tying to find the house through the procession of curtains, a young girl dressed in a fluffy peasant costume with a white apron stood up against a tall upright packing crate doing exercises. Her legs swung as if they were pendlums. Now one way, now the other, taking no regard for her anatomical structure. Pretty soon other dancers appeared through the wings like small fairies. They embraced one another, then held an arm or waist while their partners stretched. The stage...