Word: hoods
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Pisano, 61, started out as a two-bit bootlegger in the slums of his native Brooklyn, but he came up fast. By 1930 he had become Al Capone's East Coast viceroy, specialized in laundry, loan-shark and slot-machine rackets, as well as rumrunning. He knew every hood worth knowing, was also friendly with the late Mayor Jimmy Walker (in Prohibition days, Pisano saw to it that the Tammany Hall wigwams were plentifully supplied with needled beer and hijacked hooch). But there were nasty rumors that Augie was a finger man. In 1957, he and Frank Costello...
Boxing's No. 1 hood is natty Frankie ("Mr. Grey") Carbo, 55, among whose brushes with the law is a conviction for manslaughter. Boxing's leading intellectual is a suave, light-skinned Negro lawyer named Truman K. Gibson Jr., 47, who had remained unsullied by the fight game's messier side while supplying the brainpower for Jim Norris' monopolistic International Boxing Club (dissolved by a U.S. Supreme Court decision in January). Last week, a federal grand jury in Los Angeles handed down an indictment that lumped together Gibson and Carbo, plus a dull-eyed Philadelphia thug...
...over the most important decade of Louis Prima's career, namely, the '40s. While disk-jockeying in wartime London and postwar Munich, I was swamped with letters from G.I.s and civilians with jaded musical appetites who asked for repeat after repeat of ''garlicky-dialogued" Robin Hood, Angelina, and the big hit of all, I'll Walk Alone...
Physicist Edward Teller traversed the north side of Oregon's Mount Hood with his son Paul, 16, and daughter Susan Wendi, 13. Darkness trapped them near a swollen stream, and the "Father of the H-Bomb" thought the water looked too heavy to be forded at night. When rescuers reached them in the cold predawn, Teller assured them: "We were not lost. We simply got a late start." Said one rescuer ambiguously: "Dr. Teller had a good case of the shakes...
...ready for his run, Thompson quit his job as a pressman for the Los Angeles Times seven months ago, spent up to 20 hours a day -and most of his savings-working with an engineering friend named Fritz Voigt on the long (20 ft.), low (30 in. at the hood) monster...