Word: lane
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...years after the Bronx Zoo incident the artist, Miss Katherine W. Lane, received a commission to decorate the projected Biological Laboratories, and a further commission to execute two animal figures, each to rest on either side of the new building's front steps. Miss Lane instinctively chose rhinoceri as her subjects...
...returned to the Zoo to sketch again, keeping this time an adequate distance between herself and the horned quadruped. When she had completed the drawings, Miss Lane sent them to the Corporation, which approved. Several years of casting followed, amounting to nothing when the foundry executing the work went broke. Finally in 1937 the rhinos, one wegihing 230 pounds more than the other, arrived for their unveiling at the University. Miss Lane had baptized them in the foundry, naming one Queen Victoria and her companion Queen Bess...
...produced some surprising revelations. By his own statement, his acquaintances, social or otherwise, included Mayor Vincent Impellitteri, the late Mayor Fiorello La Guardia ("I used to talk with him like I was his son"), ex-Congressman Vito Marcantonio (who appointed Luchese's son to West Point), Myles J. Lane, the U.S. district attorney, Federal Judge Thomas Meaney, and Federal Judge Thomas Murphy, the man who prosecuted Alger Hiss. Also brought out during the reading of Luchese's testimony...
...good part of the social rise of Three-Finger Brown proved to have been accomplished with the aid of tiny (5 ft., 118 lbs.) Armand Chankalian, administrative assistant to U.S. Attorney Lane. Chankalian testified that not until 1950 had he come to realize that his good friend, Tommy Luchese, had so lurid a past. Then, said Chankalian, he had told Luchese, "I introduced you to some very nice people, and I owe an obligation to them . . . I'm sorry, I can't see you any more . . ." Informed that his car had been seen in front of Luchese...
...drive at best through and at worst into this city. Before you even reach its limits you will negotiate picturesque Pawtucket, probably the only city in the East where U. S. One--Maine to Florida and main truck route of the nation--squeezes itself into a two lane subsidiary street and wiggles furtively through a series of coal yards while tree-studded residential boulevards intersect it every twenty-five yards. Yes, go through Pawtucket. But the worst is yet to come...