Word: hideout
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...pistol. When the Praga called at Athens pro-Trotsky Socialists who came to cheer, pro-Stalin Communists who came to boo, were both kept from the pier. Mrs Lubinsky went ashore in Athens, not tc inspect arrested Capitalist Samuel Insull but "to visit an antique shop"-presumably a disguised hideout for Trotsky Communists. When the ship reached Naples, Mr. Lubinsky dodged all but one persistent photographer (who snapped a view of the back of his hat), hurried ashore for a quick motor ride to Sorrento and Pompeii. Whisked through Marseilles by the police. Comrade Trotsky motored to Lyon. announced...
...took Benson's case, presented it in court as an issue between Vice and Respectability. With luck, perjured witnesses and slick manipulation Benson was acquitted. Benson might have gone unpunished to his grave had not the Furies taken a hand in hounding him. Human avengers came to his hideout too late, but had the workman-like satisfaction of chucking what was left of him into the Five Points rat-pit. Author Komroff's tale of 100-year-old Manhattan is no lavender-scented memorial, but a crude, almost reportorial narrative which lets the background take care of itself...
...White House window curtain had been patched for economy; 2) the President, trying to nap, had ordered a carpenter pounding nearby to "declare a moratorium on noise''; 3) a hideout had been constructed near the White House laundries where Secretary Walter Newton could hold secret political interviews; 4) Mrs. Newton had fallen from her horse into the Rapidan. The only story that Secretary Joslin branded as untrue was one to the effect that a Hoover wolfhound bit a Marine guard and the President, patting the animal's head, remarked: "Nice doggie! Now go bite General [Smedley Darlington...
...Aiello left his West Side apartment-house hideout by the front door. Pup-Pup! stuttered a waiting machinegun. He, wild-eyed, slithered into an adjacent courtyard. Puppety-Up-Pup! another gun stammered. Blood oozed; Joe Aiello crumpled down with 57 holes and more than a pound of lead in him. Death had spat from two rented rooms, cunningly chosen for a crossfire. Hundreds of cigaret-butts in each room testified that the gunners had waited long for their prey. Because the trap resembled one which slew Earl ("Hymie") Weiss, another North Side Big Shot, and because that trap was credited...