Word: hoodlums
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...last twelve months, as a result, Free-Lance Actor Bogart has played a surprising variety of important roles. He has not completely divorced himself from gangster parts-he is presently considering a hoodlum role in The Desperate Hours, a Midwestern crime story which he tried to buy himself before Paramount outbid him. Nevertheless, he has not had a gat in his hand in a long time. He not only plays a wealthy Wall-Street type (complete with Homburg, furled black umbrella, Brooks Brothers suit and briefcase), but wins the hand of lissome Audrey Hepburn in Paramount's forthcoming Sabrina...
Police tracked down the two longshoremen and found that The Rabbit had sold the pistol to a hoodlum named John ("Chappy") Mazziotta. The police theory of Schuster's murder was that if Mazziotta killed him, it was out of sheer spite, because Chappy's plans to blackmail Willie Sutton were spoiled by Schuster's good deed. The police, though bright enough to turn this up, were not bright enough to find Mazziotta, despite 100,000 "wanted" posters and the efforts of some 25 city detectives assigned to the Full-time job of looking...
...Vasen was just as impressive up North. His confident talk was enough to persuade hundreds of people to buy interests in the well and leases on the surrounding land at $300 an acre. An 80-year-old Cedarburg, Wis. nailmaker plunked down $200,000 in hard cash; a Chicago hoodlum anted...
...Little Caesarare gems of toughness. James Cagney and Edward Robinson attack the problem of being mean and shiftless cancers on the social body with little reserve and less delicacy. Instead, they set patterns of tough-man acting that have haunted their subsequent careers. Cagney is the cocky bantam hoodlum, swaggering and posturing, with words dropping from the side of his mouth in chunks and gushes. His favorite stance is with one hand grasping a terrified speak-easy proprietor by the shirt front while two fingers of the other hand are poised to jab out stricken eyes. Robinson, less slavish...
James T. Farrell has spent most of his writing life in the shadow of a Chicago poolroom hoodlum named Studs Lonigan. But while Farrell undoubtedly put his best talent into the creation of Studs, he has since lavished double the affection, energy and space (present count: 5 vols., 2,529 pp.) on Danny O'Neill, a sensitive, spectacled youngster growing up in the same South Side slums as Studs and James Farrell himself. Earlier novels in the O'Neill saga, e.g., A World I Never Made, My Days of Anger, found young Danny seething with frustrations...