Word: gangsters
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...there were still some 18th-Century cracks which strained the broadcasting code ("Yes, indeed, the Sex is frail. But the first time a woman is frail, she should be somewhat nice methinks, for then or never is the time to make her Fortune.") U. S. radio listeners found its gangster Captain Macheath, his moll Polly Peacham, and its other ballad-singing jailbirds as fetching as a trim ankle, its famed tunes as neat as a whistle. Sample...
...worked well together. In four years Capone & Torrio ruled Cicero, the Chicago suburb whose name has been notorious ever since. Only disputant of their power was Dion O'Banion, on Chicago's North Side, who ran a flower shop as a sideline, specialized in floral pieces for gangster funerals, a highly lucrative trade. O'Banion said he hated Wops. One November noonday three men came to his shop, riddled him with bullets and left him sprawling on a pile of ferns. Among the tributes around O'Banion's $10,000 casket was a basket...
Hollywood glorified the era with miles of film, broadcast the U. S. gangster to the world: Scarface, Manhattan Melodrama, On Wings of Song. Pulp magazines dedicated to crime inundated the newsstands. "Stick 'em up," little boys screamed at one another, "or I'll blow your guts...
...Soviet War Commissar Kliment Voroshilov, soon to visit Berlin, Il Corriere Padano cracked: "If Lenin first, and Stalin afterward set eyes on him, it was simply because they judged him an exceptional gangster. For us, Voroshilov and his equals, like all carrion of Bolshevik Russia, do not interest us a bit. If among themselves they exalt or destroy one another, that is their affair. At worst there will be one less criminal going around the world...
...resembles the hero of The Asiatics in his magic immunity from hunger, accident, fatigue. When Tom loses Lucy he knows he'll see her again simply because Lucy is going to Texas, too. A pursued gangster gives him a ride in a big, black Hudson; he lives on an occasional hamburger, sleeps happily in thickets, in barns, on lawns. The little towns of the Midwest, the hitchhikers, lunchroom girls, farmers, high school kids, old people, down-and-outers, all pass by in Prokosch's limpid prose, phantasmagoria hauntingly created but incredible in a landscape sensuously seen, smelt...