Word: knifings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...chemistry (drinking water, she knows, helps the smoker extract that last bit of nourishment from a reefer). But Lu Ann is a little weak in geography. "Now Man," she says, "you aint gassin me you really got an ocean you can get to on the subway?" Duke Custis, a knife-scarred hard case at 14, knows well enough where the Atlantic is, even has a vague notion that Europe lies somewhere beyond Coney Island. But the boy's world is the three-or-four-street patch of roach-rich jungle ruled by his gang-the Royal Crocadiles, of whom...
Command Performance. In Centreville, Mich., Cabby Walter Holm answered a call to a home, was invited inside, and forced to sing for two hours while a man held a knife at his throat, was released unharmed...
Sound Leads to Science. Life in the oilfields was tough. Following each discovery came hangers-on and prostitutes, phony stock promoters, poker sharps, and battling roughnecks. In Bowlegs, Okla. "a tough braggart was cut to ribbons in a knife fight. Instead of seeking a doctor he drunkenly toured the town pointing to the blood pouring from his wounds. Still boasting of his toughness, he fell dead...
...class of '59), has a pleasant and natural voice, but more striking is her versatility of dramatic expression. In one scene, she coos sweetly over the new-born babe as the group sings "Virgin Mary Had a Little Baby," and in a subsequent number, she brandishes a mean pen-knife in a rowdy rendition of "Union Maid." Although 3 Folk Sing is nominally a trio, there is also a fourth, Paul Prestopino, a talented instrumentalist who accompanies the others. With his black beard and black-rimmed glasses, he provides added flavoring to the "Family of Man" atmosphere...
None of the published stories, though, came up to the statement composed by the self-styled "old cracked-up Irish ruin" himself before he went under the knife. "Mentally, I'm a mess. You've heard of mixed emotions? Man, this is rough . . . If it's a benign tumor of some sort, hurray for our side-no more sweat. If the damn thing is malignant, cancerous, then there's real trouble . . . Never felt better in my life. Then, boom: this horrible, skulking 'thing' visible only as a ghostly shadow on an X-ray negative...