Word: junks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...first, the police could hardly believe their story or that anyone could buy heroin in sleepy Riverhead. But the evidence convinced them. To catch the dope peddlers, Kellerman agreed to go back to jail as a prisoner. But when Kellerman finally managed to make his second "buy," the "junk" turned out to be nothing but aspirin, epsom salts and barbiturates...
What the newsmen saw was the world's biggest and most expensive accumulation of junk. It threw a pitiless light on the character of the man who had lived here until a few weeks before. Farouk's tastes sometimes seemed curiously childish, like those of a schoolboy who has never grown up beyond the French postcard stage. Above all, the palace gave the impression that someone had feverishly and indiscriminately crammed possessions into the vast rooms, to ward off loneliness, or perhaps despair...
...Harvard Club lunch in Los Angeles MGM's Dore Schary decided to look on the bright side of the movie-TV battle: "Television actually is having a salutary effect on films. It is eliminating our potboilers, dreadful melodramas and other junk. In fact, television is inheriting most of Hollywood's mediocrities...
...regular rounds through Meriden, Conn, one day last year, Junk Dealer Chester Orsini, 29, stopped by to do business at the home of Barber John Cantarini, who was just moving out of his house. Orsini plunked down $10 for a heap of rags and old mattresses; then he noticed a 14-inch bronze bust of Lincoln sitting on the family trash heap. Orsini took a fancy to it, bought it for $2 and took it home to decorate his television set. But when he noticed the name stamped on the back, he showed it to a local dentist...
...studio was a junk shop crammed with knickknacks and props: a stuffed horse without a head, sets of bagpipes which he played screechingly, old costumes strung on clotheslines across the room. Like other lonely men, he kept animals, among them a crow with a broken leg for which he fashioned a wooden one. He liked dashing clothes-rakish caps and velveteen jackets-but he never carried a suitcase on trips, instead wore his extra shirts one on top of the other, the collars crammed into his pockets. He smoked stubby black pipes, insisted on apple tart for breakfast, favored charred...