Word: harlem
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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That was a typical evening last week at Harlem's Lafargue Clinic. The doctor-famed Psychiatrist Frederic Wertham (TIME Feb. 18, 1946). Dr. Wertham's clime, launched without a cent of backing 21 months ago, is little richer than when it started, but it has become an impressive, going concern. Its staff, all unpaid includes 14 psychiatrists, 12 topflight social workers, a dozen other specialists and clerical workers...
...vaudeville performer, Jackie Robinson thought, he would make a good first baseman. Explained Jackie: "I can't sing or dance." But at Harlem's Apollo Theater and Washington's Howard, Robbie picked up more money in two weeks than the $5,000 Branch Rickey paid him for seven months with the pennant-winning Brooklyn Dodgers (TIME, Sept. 22). Last week his show played Chicago's Regal Theater. It wasn't much of an act. He was onstage only eight minutes, and he neither sang nor danced-just answered, in a modest manner and a clear...
...Lamb Chop. He kept Congress in an uproar. He railed against Andrew Volstead and his dry law, once concocted home brew in a Harlem drugstore in a fruitless attempt to get himself arrested. During a speech on high prices, he waved a lamb chop at his congressional colleagues. He helped write the Norris-LaGuardia Act, which banned "yellow-dog" labor contracts and strikebreaking by injunction...
Jackie Robinson had already learned, by a lifetime's practice, the lesson another Robinson-soft-shoe dancing Bojangles* -once laid down while acting as the unofficial Mayor of Harlem. Bojangles' formula: "Do the best you can with what you've got . . . and get along with the white folks." Jackie had no desire to be a martyr for his race; he was just a young fellow anxious to make a living as a ballplayer. Though he barely knew Joe Louis, he sought him out for advice. He got an earful which boiled down to three words...
Jackie lives a long way from Harlem's high life, in a five-room, second-floor flat on Brooklyn's McDonough Street, in a Negro neighborhood. His name is not on the door, and he knows few of his neighbors. How he feels about them shows through the guarded brevity of his speech, which sometimes carries a suggestion of dryness. Says he: "I don't want to bother with too many people who want to be my relatives...