Word: manhattans
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Every day at noon, the shmooze begins. All over Manhattan's grimy Garment Center, in its warrens of disheveled one-room "shops" crammed into loft buildings and slatternly tenements, the sharp whir of sewing machines stops. Workers and bosses pour onto the sidewalk and gather in clots at the curb under the glowering sun. Above the bray of automobile horns, hunched, rumpled men shout in Yiddish, Italian and English, leaning against the clogged trucks, stepping out of the way of rattling racks of dresses without missing a verb or a gesture...
Twelve blocks north of. the Center on Broadway, David Dubinsky runs his International Ladies' Garment Workers' Union from a chromium and air-conditioned building once owned by Henry Ford. To a large extent, he also runs the Manhattan garment district (where 70% of all women's clothes are made) and all the other centers of the industry scattered across the U.S. and Canada...
...Shean (real name: Albert Schonberg), 81, apple-cheeked, amiable comic favorite in the oldtime vaudeville team of ("Positively") Mr. Gallagher* & ("Absolutely") Mr. Shean, which wowed audiences in the '20s (they played 67 weeks in the 1923-24 Ziegfeld Follies^ made their 500-odd verses household jingles) ; in Manhattan. A veteran of 60 years in show business, German-born Al Shean first turned to legitimate theater in 1912 (he also made some 20 Hollywood films), scored his biggest Broadway hit 25 years later as the Benedictine monk in Father Malachy's Miracle...
Tall, toothy John J. Noone, a Washington postal clerk, set about wooing Lady Luck in a scientific sort of way. Forming a syndicate with seven relatives and friends (each was assessed $5), Noone made repeated trips to Manhattan in the hope of being chosen a contestant on the CBS giveaway program Hit the Jackpot. Last April the lightning struck; Noone won prizes grandiloquently announced as worth...
Take Soviet Ballet. Dennis' full-length portrait of Divver belongs in the gallery of great comic figures. In his youth reduced by sneering Manhattan intellectuals to a self-analyzing jelly, Divver believed, or thought he believed, in Freud and historical Forces; his misery reached brilliant heights as he talked his first marriage to death. He went abroad to study life under Fascism, and found significance in everything from prostitutes to opera. Wrote Divver in his notebook...