Word: kitchen
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...three nights later tension in Cambridge rose higher. Last week, after a day of record Boston heat, crowds of young hoodlums began to gather at the Cambridge end of the Western Avenue bridge across the Charles. Most were from "Kerry Corner," Cambridge's Hell's Kitchen, but others came from remote points in the Boston metropolitan area. They carried lengths of rubber hose and two-by-fours, fish knives, baseball bats, bayonets. Calling themselves "delegates" and lining up in well-disciplined ranks, they began to march, some 200 strong, up Western Avenue toward "the coast," Cambridge...
...were told to dig in. ... We were seven miles up too far. Right up by the enemy. . . . The enemy artillery was whizzing over our heads. Machine guns were firing at us. ... They blowed our kitchen up and it burned, killing one of our cooks and mess sergeant. I layed in the hole for twelve hours. Our artillery shot at us. Our tanks shot at us. ... It was getting dusk and our tanks and artillery finally drove the enemy out of town. So that night we went back about five miles and ate and slept...
Death behind the Door. Deadliest weapon with which U.S. police have to cope is the shotgun: "It seems that nearly every farmhouse in the country has a shotgun behind the kitchen door and these frequently become involved in crimes. . . ." Dr. Snyder debunks some common notions about poisons: arsenic and strychnine, for example, though often used, are very dangerous to a murderer, because their presence in the body can be detected for some time after the murder. Strychnine, one of the surest, quickest killers (sometimes within 15 minutes), can be detected three months after death. One of the hardest poisons...
Considering his position and public interest therein, Fala can hardly be held accountable for his birthday goings-on. Moreover, he did not eat the cake: after sticking his paws in it and taking a couple of bites, Fala was hustled off by a stern Secret Service man to his kitchen bone...
...after one night at home, with his boots off, his chew of tobacco, and his brothers celebrating over beer in the kitchen, "Commando" and family transferred temporarily to the William Penn. There followed parades, gifts, interminable speeches by civic officials, a night appearance in a local park with 10,000 fans pushing through police lines, a tour of the city in an open Packard. From the sidelines the hero could hear shrieking girls awarding the ultimate in bobbysock tributes: "He's nicer than Frankie...