Word: lateral
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...invincible personality. Once in St. Louis she announced herself too ill to sing but a certificate was necessary to convince the audience. The physician pronounced just a slight inflammation of the epiglottis and, angry, Madame Gerster sang. His bill of $60 she refused to pay and two years later when she returned to St. Louis the doctor brought suit. But Gerster refused to go to court, said she was too ill. Obligingly then the good-natured judge moved court to her hotel where she sang "The Last Rose of Summer" so charmingly that he dismissed the case...
Finally, a funeral ceremony was held; Rickard was praised, sung over, paraded through the streets and put into the ground, at Woodlawn Cemetery near Manhattan. Two nights later, in the exact centre of Madison Square Garden, there was a prizefight and a ceremony. The ceremony was simple: Jack Dempsey climbed through the ropes; the announcer, red-faced Joe Humphreys, made a gesture; the lights went down; a bugler played taps. Presently the lights went on and Jimmy McLarnin, of Vancouver, Wash., beat Joe Glick, Brooklyn tailor...
...Morning News. Evenings, he hawked papers on Chicago street corners. His father made him come home and go tc school. Six months of that, and he ran away again. Back to the newspapers, he was errand boy for a night editor and did some exhibition boxing. Later, as a sports writer for the Record, he earned as high as $3,000 a year. When the Record and the Herald merged, Writer Hertz was left without a job. So he managed boxers...
There was an evening in Paris in the '70s when the Prince of Wales, later Edward VII, went backstage at the Varietes. He was led through a gloomy cavern of stained canvas, ropes, flaring lamps. The air was pungent, draughty, filled with the cloying scent of women doused with violent perfumes. The blond prince entered the dressing room of the leading lady, a famed courtesan. She greeted him with coy, voluptuous respect, in tantalizing deshabille. The little dressing room was filled with starchy gentlemen, shouting amid the gay popping of corks. To one side stood a myopic, corpulent, bearded figure...
...Paris went young Zola, his imagination glittering with the romanticism of Alfred de Musset. He lived a Bohemian life, indolent, unspeakably shabby, a starveling writing silly verses. He took a harlot to live with him, thus ending his long virginity which was to be a jibe in later salons. He became a publisher's clerk, worked ten hours a day. Nauseated with romanticism, he wrote a thousand words daily, part of a projected scheme of novels which would neither gild lilies nor avoid dung. Naturalism was being born. Literature should be scientifically aware of inheritance & environment. He would make...