Word: mikes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...playing pals in the Press Club, to whom he consistently loses $50 a month, he seemed not to mind. Not even they could figure why Charley wanted another pay check. A widower with one son, his $25,000-a-year from the Democratic National Committee seemed ample. Charley the Mike, his pals figured, must be just plain bored with so few Republicans to bend...
...Immaculate Politician. The Democratic leaders of New York City's outlying boroughs chose as their candidate one of the most distinguished looking gentlemen in New York City, Grover Aloysius Whalen. His father was Mike Whalen, an Irish contractor who never got very far in the world, but who named his son Grover because the lad was born June 2, 1886, the day that one of New York State's greatest Democratic politicians, Grover Cleveland, was married to Frances Folsom (now Mrs. Preston) in the White House. Grover got his start in politics when he was 30 by working...
...house in Eastchester, N. Y. three months ago, he made his presence known by placing upon his lawn a life-size statue of a St. Bernard dog painted in lively colors. Despite the fact that the statue is not iron but stone, the neighborhood named the dog "Iron Mike," but did not suppose there was much that could be done about it. Some people said that since it was Dr. Shapera's business to treat dogs, the statue was an advertisement and therefore violated a district zoning ordinance. The veterinarian retorted that it was not an advertisement...
Last week Eastchester's Zoning Board of Appeals ordered Dr. Shapera to get Iron Mike off his lawn and out of sight. The veterinarian flatly refused. Town Counsel William Olsen threatened to seek an injunction, whereupon Dr. Shapers hired lawyers to contest the action. Iron Mike, his tongue hanging out, his coat of paint scrubbed carefully by Dr. Shapera's housekeeper, continued to gaze benignly at genteel Eastchester...
...caused a turnbuckle to break on an upper shroud. This tiny mishap put additional strain on the other stays, which snapped one by one all through the night. Soon after dawn, off Gloucester, the towering mast finally crashed over the side, carrying all the rigging with it. Said Harold ("Mike") Vanderbilt: "Bad luck!" At Bristol, R. I., workmen prepared to fit Ranger with the mast that used to belong to the old Vanderbilt yacht Rainbow...