Word: dust
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Most of the charges aren't true. But the voluminous notes the FBI kept on Sinatra make us wonder what we will have to look forward to when the current crop of celebrities bites the dust. Somewhere squirreled away in a Washington file cabinet lie the secrets in Dennis Rodman's closet; the dark mysteries of Celine Dion and the true story of Leonardo DiCaprio. Until those yellowed files to see the light of day, we can only speculate what, in the words of the FBI, "Association with Criminals and Hoodlums" our favorite stars may have...
...clay tablet and dated 539 B.C., that describes the pleasures of the Ur-suburb. (Literally. It was in Ur.) "Our property...is so close to Babylon that we enjoy all the advantages of the city, and yet when we come home we are away from all the noise and dust...
...better personified the vitality of the American Dream in the second half of the 20th century than Sam Walton. A scrappy, sharp-eyed bantam rooster of a boy, Walton grew up in the Depression dust bowl of Oklahoma and Missouri, where he showed early signs of powerful ambition: Eagle Scout at an improbably young age and quarterback of the Missouri state-champion high school football team. He earned money to help his struggling family by throwing newspapers and selling milk from the cow. After graduating from the University of Missouri, he served in the Army during World War II. Then...
Honest-to-goodness muckraking, though, was on the way. At McClure's weekly magazine, Ida Minerva Tarbell, daughter of a Pennsylvania oil producer who had been forced to eat dust by John D. Rockefeller's Standard Oil trust, was making life hell for the wizened John D. with a 19-part series on Standard Oil that ran from 1902 to 1905. Her work, plus the reporting of a few other intrepid journalists, notably at the hotly competitive mass-circulation papers of Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst, became Teddy Roosevelt's big stick in his successful drive to bust...
...fetishes of Howard Hughes (1905-76) have entered folklore, to the point that Hughes is remembered less for having been an industrialist-aviator-Hollywood-producer than for having been a saver of urine (his own), a recluse terrified of dust, a man who, with the right audience (Mormon bodyguards), couldn't see Ice Station Zebra often enough. Yet for every celebrity eccentric, a dozen more labored in obscurity. Who remembers Brian Hughes? This 1920s box-manufacturing tycoon liked nothing better than to patrol the sidewalk outside Tiffany in New York City, an envelope tucked beneath his arm. When the moment...