Word: gins
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...range, 85 miles from Manhattan's garment district, sprawls a 700-acre resort named Unity House, where garment workers can enjoy vacation comforts at proletarian prices. There, last week, gathered two dozen members of the A.F.L.-C.I.O.'s Executive Council, finding time between business sessions for golf, gin rummy and fishing in the resort's three-mile-long lake. But for all the resort pleasures, the labor leaders wore solemn faces. They had come to discuss the state of U.S. organized labor as Labor Day 1958 approached-and there was plenty to be solemn about...
During succeeding days and nights, marching in crazed, drunken columns, the mob smashed, looted and burned the Catholic chapels of continental ambassadors. The rioters wrecked breweries and distilleries, pumping raw gin onto the flames through the hoses of fire engines, rolling barrels of fat into the bonfires until the London sky blazed with a red glare not seen again until World War II. Methodically, the mob went to work on London's storied prisons-Newgate, Bridewell, Fleet -turning a stream of criminals loose. "London offered on every side," said an eyewitness, "the picture of a city sacked and abandoned...
...Mary graduate, newspaper reporter, magazine writer, coal miner, genealogist, and historian. Any of the latter-day literati who have skipped through the wispy medieval odyssey of a pawnbroker called Jurgen, and chuckled over all the phallic imagery, can appreciate Cabell as representative of an era--the era of gin-flasks, flappers, and sex in the back seat of Mr. Ford's Monstrosity...
...this strange combination paves the road to the lower depths. Yozo has an affair with a waitress, but fluffs his end of their suicide pact. Scrabbling for a living as a second-rate cartoonist, he is kept, for a time, by a woman journalist. To keep himself in cheap gin, the cartoonist sinks to pornography. Toward novel's end, Yozo is even ready to make love to a monstrously crippled female druggist in return for morphine...
...Spartan scorn for the good life. Last week he returned from a vacation cruise aboard the yacht of a wealthy friend. Was he by any chance accepting a questionable favor? "Only demagogues," snaps Muñoz, "cannot afford to be seen anywhere except drinking bad gin with a man who has no shoes on." He has a mighty temper and lusty tastes. There is only one liquor he is cool toward -much to the distress of the promoters of Puerto Rico's excellent rums. After chain-smoking most of his life, he gave it up nine years...