Word: doored
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...summer night a year ago, Jimmie Wilson, some moonshine under his belt, went to the back door of the home of Mrs. Estelle Barker, an elderly widow, in the dusty little town of Marion. As Wilson told it, he asked her to pay him in advance for some yard work he was supposed to do for her later that week, and she gave him some money. But as Estelle Barker, a white woman, told the story, Wilson threatened her into giving him money. And after he pocketed the $1.95, she said, he grabbed her and tried to ravish...
...college mailroom, where exams are mimeographed, and shortly the operation had its stock in trade. Student Wynne capitalized the venture by selling an exam and a partnership to Roommate Douglas Reeves, 25, for $20, and they lightheartedly tacked a "Wynne & Reeves, Incorporated" sign on their door. They spread word that question lists for 35 exams were for sale. Prices...
...Joseph's Mercy Hospital at Pontiac, Mich., a receptionist glanced up one night last week to see "a zombie" stagger hunched and stiff-legged through the main door. The man wore shoes, socks, and a checked cotton bathrobe; his body was charred, his eyes swollen, his mouth puffy. "Can you get me to the emergency room?" he groaned. As doctors gave him blood and plasma but no hope, the man insisted he was "John Doe from Washington," would say no more...
...Jack hurries into the rear door of the Hudson Theater on West 44th Street and climbs upstairs to his dressing room. En route, he is cornered by Chris Carroll, an old Army buddy now serving as feature editor of the show (i.e., the procurer of oddball talent-pickpockets, performing chimpanzees, professional wrestlers). "You want Paul Anderson on the show?" Carroll aks hopefully. "Strongest man in the world. Hold you up over his head." Paar nods. Inside his dressing room, he sits down and studies a mimeographed "status report" of talent bookings; peremptorily he scrawls "O.K.," "No" or "Investigate" after each...
There wasn't any door for the damned to hammer on, and the Second Empire mantlepiece "bronze atrocity" was still in the papier mache stage, and two stark spotlights caught the players in a cross-fire. But these things would be rectified by the final rehearsal. The drama itself is an achievement...