Word: got
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...People. Much of the recorded conversation centered on the fine points of murder, and it was clear that, in the underworld, neatness counts. The 1951 gunning down of Willie Moretti in a Cliffside Park, N.J., restaurant was distasteful to Angelo DeCarlo, who had a better idea: "Now like you got four or five guys in the room. You know they're going to kill you. They say, 'Tony Boy wants to shoot you in the head and leave you in the street, or would you rather take this [a fatal drug], we put you behind your wheel...
Another time, DeCarlo told of the stylish dispatching of a cooperative victim named Itchie: "I said, 'You gotta go, why not let me hit you right in the heart and you won't feel a thing?' He said, Tm innocent, Ray, but if you've got to do it . . .' So I hit him in the heart and it went right through him." Some victims were less cooperative, such as the one many years ago described by Anthony Boiardo, son of Ruggiero ("the Boot") Boiardo: "The Boot hit him with a hammer. The guy goes down...
...younger than you, can leave the house, ask for a separation and after five years move on to a new marriage whether you like it or not." One group unimpressed by such arguments: Italy's 500,000 "white widows," women whose husbands went to other countries to work, got divorced and remarried abroad, leaving them helpless under the law to start new married lives of their...
...past century, ten divorce bills have been introduced in Parliament, but none ever got out of committee. Under the 1929 Concordat between Mussolini and the Vatican, the law was even tightened. Up to that time, foreign divorces had been recognized, giving wealthier Italians an escape hatch. The Concordat abolished this exception, and slammed shut the hatch...
...languages, Gaelic and English, the lads found they could shoot up a smoke screen of Irish bulls and blarney that no colonial officer could penetrate. Forbidden to write patriotic songs, they wrote love poems to a girl that sounded suspiciously like Eire, hate poems couched as hymns and generally got things so snarled up that they even have to watch each other. (The best Irish talkers have eyes like terriers'.) Gulliver's Travels, the Anglo-Irish classic, is the high point of the two traditions: a folk tale of giants and dwarfs and transformations, and a good ironic...