Word: hotspot
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...North Pole is a strategic hotspot. Over the ice-capped roof of the world run the shortest air routes from Russia to the U.S. Last week, the general public learned for the first time that Russia is interested in Norway's bleak Spitsbergen archipelago, within the Arctic Circle (Spitsbergen to Pittsburgh: 3,500 miles...
Governor Dwight P. Griswold of Nebraska, who had bravely wagered a hog with each of 27 other governors that Nebraska would outdo their states in the war-bond drive, was finally snatched off his hotspot by thoughtful friends. They bought 26 hogs at a livestock show, gave them to him. He may be ahead of the game. After shipping twelve hogs, he decided to postpone the rest of his pay-offs until the Treasury issued its final figures...
...nursing, posing for step-in ads. While modeling in Montreal, she was chosen Miss Mount Royal, whisked to New York City by an enterprising press agent, where she was greeted by burbling Mayor Hylan as a "Canadian beauty." Promptly signed up by Billy Rose as singer for a small hotspot, she couldn't make herself heard or seen until the late, great Ring Lardner boosted her to the top of a piano. After that, she always sat on one to sing her husky blues, wistfully twisting her handkerchief, managing to look waifishly beautiful...
Born in Manhattan in 1903, Godfrey joined the Navy at 16, mastered the banjo in the course of a four-year hitch. Out of the Navy, he scraped along as short-order cook in a Manhattan diner, master of ceremonies in a Chicago hotspot, salesman of cemetery lots in Detroit, vaudeville trouper in Los Angeles. In 1927 he wearied of it all. enlisted in the Coast Guard. While still in the service, he got involved in an amateur radio show in Baltimore, wound up as "Red Godfrey, the Warbling Banjoist." sponsored by a birdseed firm. With the help of Maryland...
Manhattan has many a hotspot, many a white-tie joint, but few nightclubs in which a connoisseur of jazz would care to be found. Two years ago a mild-mannered little Trenton, N. J. shoe-store owner named Barney Josephson (no kin to Author Matthew Josephson) opened a subterranean nightclub in downtown Manhattan. He wanted the kind of place where people like himself would not be sneered at by waiters, cigaret and hat-check girls, or bored by a commercial girl show. He called it Café Society, and turned loose some excellent comic artists (among them Peggy Bacon, William...