Word: gold
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Bestselling Novelist Willard (Knock on Any Door) Motley looked suspiciously like a mugger to Chicago police, as he prowled about the Gold Coast early one morning, absorbing local color. He talked strangely, too, after the cops picked him up. "I'm a jack-roller," he cracked, refusing to give his name, "but the pickings are pretty thin tonight." Later, at the station house, he let them in on the gag, and they let him off on $10 bond...
...take hybrids of Sargent and Whistler, and with them winning prizes and acclaim. With An Arrangement, a low-keyed study of a girl in shirtwaist and skirt kneeling on an oriental carpet, he pulled down the fattest plum the U.S. had to offer an artist, $1,500 and a gold medal for the best painting in the 1901 Carnegie International. Collectors began buying his conventional canvases, museums began displaying them...
...Black Gold. Near Wichita Falls, Tex., Gene Autry's sixth well, begun a fortnight ago, had come in handsomely. The drillers had struck oil at 5,000 ft. The well gushed 1,200 barrels the first day, settled down to a tidy daily flow of 1,000 barrels. (Autry owns equal shares in the claim with two Texas wildcatters.) Last week drillers started a seventh well, planned to drill some 20 more on Autry's property...
...Gold Veins. Belowstairs, Albert, the 'prentice footman, is sick with love for-Housemaid Edie, who is herself pining for First Footman Charley Raunce. "I love 'im, I love 'im," she cries to Housemaid Kate (who is obsessed by the mere idea of being in love). "I could open the veins of my right arm for that man." But Footman Charley is momentarily too busy to take Edie seriously. He is hovering outside the dying butler's bedroom, waiting for the brief coma between life and death when he can safely order young Albert...
...lengthened arch of blazing sovereigns. Over a corn bin on which he had packed last autumn's ferns lay Paddy snoring ... a web strung from one lock of hair back onto the sill above . . . Caught in the reflection of spring sunlight this cobweb looked to be made of gold as did those others which by working long minutes spiders had drawn from spar to spar of the fern bedding on which his head rested. It might have been almost that O'Conor's dreams were held by hairs of gold binding his head beneath a vaulted roof...