Word: florister
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...heyday of Dixieland and Prohibition, Chicago Gangster Dion O'Banion, the sparetime florist, used to stuff dollar bills in the bell of Muggsy's horn while he was playing. ("The more he stuffed, the sweeter the music got.") Like many another jazzbo, Muggsy drifted out of jazz into the bigger money. There were eight years with Ted Lewis' band-until "I just got tired of playing When My Baby Smiles at Me." As with many another jazzbo, there were spectacular years with John Barleycorn, until Muggsy wound up "dying" of a perforated ulcer in New Orleans...
...Seattle at her widowed mother's house. There her bossy big sister Mary, a live-wire private secretary with a city full of contacts, thrust her into the hands of one employer after another, including "a rabbit grower, a lawyer, a credit bureau, a purse seiner, a florist, a public stenographer, a dentist, a laboratory of clinical medicine and a gangster...
...four jobs-one playing the bass viol with the orchestra, one teaching music, one on a Ford assembly line, and one as registrar with Detroit Business University. The strain of such a working schedule soon began to tell. In 1942 Braunsdorf fell ill, put all his earnings in a florist shop to recoup his finances, but eventually had to sell it at a loss. Finally, he resigned himself to leaving Virginia at a private sanitarium...
American Mothers, a Philadelphia lady named Anna Jarvis reasoned some years back, are over-worked and underpaid. They should be recognized, rewarded on one day a year. She took her idea to the florist around the corner, who forwarded it to the national association of florists, candy merchants, and bed jacket vendors in executive session in New York City. Mother's Day, an American Institution, was born. A public which proved to be the greatest market in the world for "cards for all occasions," embroidered pillow-slips, and cut-rate telegraph plaudits has taken Mother's Day to its soft...
Briggs Cage has the atmosphere of a florist's greenhouse. The sun comes in through a glass roof and mixes with the rising dust so that breathing becomes a very difficult chore. Oddly enough one man who spends a lot of time in the cage isn't even worried about breathing. Some sport they're playing there with bats and balls is enough to keep him fully occupied...