Word: gins
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...setting is purportedly Chicago, though all of Brecht's locales are exercises in exotic fantasy. The action is centered in Bill Cracker's gin mill. Bill (Christopher Lloyd) is very tough but no match for the Lady in Gray, otherwise known as "the Fly" (Grayson Hall). She masterminds a gang of bank-robbing thugs with monikers like "the Reverend" (John A. Coe), "the Professor" (Robert Weil) and "Mammy" (Benjamin Rayson). They are all kept in line by Dr. Nakamura (Tony Azito), a Fu Manchu look-alike who speaks only in sibilants. Enter a Salvation Army lassie, "Hallelujah...
...increasingly absorbed into teams, into bureaucracies. Lindbergh rode the Spirit of St. Louis on the updrafts of the future, but in many ways he was one of the last individualists. Even in the '20s, he represented a kind of nostalgia. In an era of Teapot Dome and bathtub gin, he seemed to Americans a cleaner, sharper version of themselves, as bright as a new silver dollar, still inventive and vigorous. If, as Historian Frederick Jackson Turner said, the U.S. ran out of frontier in 1890, Lindbergh opened a new frontier in the air - the U.S. arcing back in triumph...
...every morning, the chiefs gather around a large rectangular table where they discuss union matters until noon. After lunch, they join the leisure class for the rest of the day. The daytime pleasures include golf, deep-sea fishing, the thoroughbreds at nearby Gulfstream Park and gin rummy beside the pool. By night, the union moguls could be found at restaurants like the Americana's Gaucho Room-known in AFL-CIO circles as the "Gotcha Room," in honor of its $70 steak dinner for two-or such Miami spas as the Cafe Chauveron, where...
...water commission, "all agricultural production in Arizona would have to stop." Warned a pecan and cotton grower, Keith Walden: "Tucson will be covered up with sand and become a ghost town within a hundred years." Said Jack Francis Jr., co-owner of the state's biggest cotton-gin firm: "The news was like having your dad die when you're 17. You just aren't ready...
...quintessential, slightly hoarse upper-class Manhattan honk, Tom Wolfe once theorized in New York magazine, can only be produced by the proper Eastern boarding schools, too many cigarettes over too many years and a great deal of whisky and gin. New York's founding editor Clay Schuette Felker, 51, attended a public high school in Webster Groves, Mo., has never smoked and rarely drinks anything stronger than cambric tea. His accent remains stubbornly and glottally Midwestern nasal. He flunks the honk test...