Word: manly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Last week at Mitchel Field a new Brunner-Winkle biplane was the only contestant present. Its pilots took her up. Then appeared the Guggenheim Fund's pilot, the man whom Fund President Harry F. Guggenheim has fostered for two years in order to focus U. S. attention on aviation?Charles Augustus Lindbergh. With Mrs. Lindbergh he had returned in his motor cruiser Mouette from honeymooning off the New England coast to the estate of Daniel Guggenheim, Fund creator, and was ready for work. He first flew Harry F. Guggenheim for 15 minutes in the Brunner-Winkle craft. Then he took...
...regular Italian, as he boasts, Rico was born in Youngstown, Ohio. He drank only milk. He gave diamonds for wear not to his women but to himself. Small and pale, he was a man bound to rise because he conducted his business with only his own future in constant view. He wanted some day to have wealth equal to that of the Big Boy, a Chicago politician who protected gangsters from the legal consequences of any crime but murder...
When Rico was feted by the gang, Joe failed to appear. Joe was the svelte "inside man" of the roadhouse job. Now he had acquired a woman, money, a professional dancing job. He wanted to forget Rico, go straight. Rico believed that to go straight was to go soft, maybe to squawk. He invited Joe to join a second holdup. By refusing, Joe knew he would sign his own death-sentence. By accepting, he strengthened a valuable connection...
...went to Chicago. She got a job in an office. He worked briefly in the Marshall Field department store. Burnett seldom saw his wife those days. At night he loafed around with gangsters and pugilists. He was getting material for his sixth novel, Little Caesar, and his seventh, Iron Man, a soon-to-be-published prize-ring story. Almost 100,000 people have bought Little Caesar. So Author Burnett is no longer a part-time novelist. At his ease in Tombstone, Ariz., he is working full-time on an eighth novel, about a U. S. soldier in the Southwest...
...pained . . . to learn that my son has been drinking again. . . . My enemies who are willing to exploit my son in the newspapers . . . will yet see him resist the temptations . . . and be what his mother prayed he would be and what I expect him to be - a fine and useful man to his day and generation." Said Junior Heflin: "I drank about a pint of grain alcohol mixed with two parts of ginger ale at a party with some boys and girls in an apartment . . . that's all that was wrong with me. . . . I told [the officer] I had taken...