Word: drunks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Bloody Car. Among Diamond's acquaintances is one Harry ("Skunky") Klein, 26. Last week detectives found him drunk in a Brooklyn garage once owned by "Vannie" Higgins. They arrested Klein because a Buick car in the garage had blood-splattered upholstery, contained a discharged pistol cartridge and blocks for running it over a harbor stringpiece into oblivion. Tipsy and garrulous, Klein said he was living at the Acra estate, had been wakened by strangers the previous morning at 4 a. m., told to drive the Buick to Brooklyn and find one Fred Witcher who would help him dispose...
...meant to be if subordinate persons did not constantly (almost too often) call him Abe. At all times however, his acting proves that he has thought out the part and made every gesture and intonation consistent with his conception of it. Ian Keith, as the half-mad, half-drunk actor-assassin, John Wilkes Booth, is as macabre and satanic as a character by Edgar Allan Poe; General Grant (E. Alyn Warren) is good too. Disappointments are the too-pious Robert E. Lee and too-coy Una Merkel as Ann Rutledge...
...these discrepancies, the Press made the most of them. Here was not only the mysterious death of a tycoon, but of a man of the Press? an occasion for extra zeal. Paul Patterson, Mr. Black's publishing associate, satisfied investigators that Mr. Black, a drinking man, had not been drunk. The suicide angle was dropped when Mr. Patterson explained that Mr. Black's estrangement from his wife was a ''happy mismating." But front-page stories for two days stressed the variance in the ships' reports, expressing by their emphasis and alertness a professional suspicion that there was more than...
Sued. Tom Mix, onetime film actor, now a Sells Floto circusman: for $13,000 (about one week's salary), by one John Berress, Minneapolis auto dealer. Charge: Mix, drunk, pounced upon Berress, shook his fist, threatened injuries...
...done, pictorially, as it should be. This Moby Dick is not a masterpiece. The concentration of the novel, the pressure of a mania growing until it makes the whale itself a Lilliputian thing, a mental cosine, is not managed, but Barrymore again makes a living character of Ahab. Triumphantly drunk, he swaggers through the wharfside brothels of the whaling town. There is a scene in which the stump of his bitten leg is seared with a hot iron and a closeup of him finally cutting his vengeance out of the whale that took the leg. Other great shots: the shanghaied...