Word: jakes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...then produced a remarkable document. It was a copy, he said, of part of a letter he received from a man, name unknown, on a Washington street corner in 1938. He was to deliver the letter, which was written by "Bob" after his break with the party, to one "Jake," Inslerman's New York contact. Felix, in characteristic underground fashion, copied the letter before delivering it. He had lost part of his notes. What remained was garbled by wear and tear, and much of it was in underground jargon. It read...
Death Was There. Inslerman, recalling his horror upon reading the letter, said: "Death was mentioned there. Bob was afraid of his life and the lives of his fam ily." When he delivered it to Jake, Inslerman testified, he asked some questions about it. Dissatisfied with the answers, Inslerman broke with Communism, but he waited 15 years to tell about...
Like any king of the bankroll. Harry has his fawning circle of jesters and helpers. Jake of the G. Washington Motel is happy to send an overflow couple to the Green Glade for their illicit love-making as long as he gets his commission. Gil Leary tickles Harry's "sensayumer" with his birdbrain notions of a Green Glade lounge bar and partnership. Harry's brother. "Morris the Flop,'' sponges off Bachelor Harry to support a wife and kids. In his disciplinarian moods, Harry reminds them all that life is "doggy dog," his own squirrel-lipped version...
...occasional drink, meal or free flop from old friends. Despite his stubbled chin and unshorn hair, Max managed to preserve a certain courtly Southern dignity, and when the news of his death got around the Village this week, there was genuine sadness. At the San Remo Cafe, Caricaturist Jake Spencer smashed Bodenheim's personal gin glass and proposed a toast. "Max was a splendid type," he said. "He used to write poetry in a booth here and then try to peddle the verse at the bar for a drink...
...thoroughly respectable, but some are not. The Desert Inn is run by amiable Wilbur Clark, a hotelman with a large following, in partnership with a syndicate of erstwhile Cleveland racketeers. The luxurious Sands, scene of the recent Hayworth-Haymes extravaganza (TIME, Oct. 5), is owned by tiny, wizened Jake Friedman, who made his stake operating gambling casinos in Texas. The sprawling Flamingo was built by the late Bugsy Siegel before Bugsy met his untimely, slug-ridden end in Hollywood...