Word: dan
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Klondike saloon. The rhymes that made Service a millionaire w'ooed none of the nine Muses. They reek of male shenanigans and sweat, roar like a Yukon avalanche, teem with rude and lusty characters: Claw-Fingered Kitty, Chewed-Ear Jenkins. Muck-Luck Mag, Blasphemous Bill Mackie. Dangerous Dan McGrew. "Rhyming has my ruin been," Robert Service once wrote, falling unconsciously into the balladeer's inversion. "With less deftness I might have produced real poetry...
Dangerous Dan. Lady Luck, who smiled on so many fortune seekers in the Yukon gold fields, smiled there too on Wullie Service. Behind his bank teller's cage one frozen night in White Horse, he knocked out a raw, rollicking ballad called The Shooting of Dan McGrew, modestly tucked it away in his shirt drawer, months later, in 1907, sent it to a Toronto publisher of church hymnals with a slender assortment of other sourdough rhymes. The story goes that the typesetters swung into a dance as they locked it in the forms...
Supporting player: Herbert Stempel, 31, brainy product of The Bronx, who seems to want nothing better than to be part of Dan Enright's world. Among the things these two men have in common is a strange reliance on the cliches of psychoanalysis-the ex-slum kid's new equalizer...
...disclose what the stages are, because I don't want to hold out any bait or anything like it ... I want you to write a piece of paper now to the effect that contrary to what you have said in the past, or written in the past, Dan Enright has at no time disclosed questions, answers, points, anything like...
STEMPEL: May I say a few things before we continue? I'll admit I nipped, [but] even riding down in the taxicab, I said to myself just now, I says, ahhh, Dan gave me a damn good break . . . and I came off with $50,000 . . . Unfortunately, I piddled it away through my own stupidity, and my wife's influence, etc. And also the whole thing. Let me tell you the whole thing in gist...