Word: money
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Burlington, Vt., Oct. 21 (UPI).-The mayors of Burlington and Rutland, Vt. said they would buy plane tickets home from Florida at their own expense because the Air Force junket they were on was a "fraud, a terrible waste of tax money." . . ."It's a damned outrage [said Rutland's Mayor Dan J. Healy], an outrage being perpetrated not only on the taxpayers of Vermont, but the entire U.S." . . ."The whole thing is a fraud [said Burlington's Mayor James E. Fitzpatrick], a terrible waste of tax money and our time. We're coming home...
...brightest jewel" in the crown of England's Charles II. It was coveted by the Portuguese, ruled by the Moors, shelled by the French, invaded by the Spanish-and fought over by just about everyone. When it was finally internationalized in 1923, it was the Mediterranean haven for money-changers and smugglers, bohemians and titled idlers...
...essentially alone. Tax evaders from all over the world continued to pour their furtive millions into Tangier's banks. More dummy "Tangier corporations" sprang up to shield actual corporations from paying taxes back home. Legitimate banks, as well as companies that called themselves banks, and a host of money-changers could still offer currency bargains unsurpassed anywhere...
Even so, Coach Schwartzwalder took his lumps until the early '50s, when independent Syracuse (enrollment: 7,000) decided to go big time. Counting on the New York Thruway to bring new fans to the stadium, Syracuse gave Schwartzwalder authority and money to recruit some shock troops ("If we can get 'em, we can coach 'em"). In 1953 a Negro halfback named Jimmy Brown showed up unannounced, went on to become the finest running back in the game (he now leads the pros as a Cleveland Brown), and in no time Schwartzwalder and Syracuse were rising toward...
...metropolitan (pop. 3,650,000) Sao Paulo. His wares: his own hand-painted ties, priced from 85^ to $1.15. "It was embarrassing and illegal," Mabe confesses. "I had no peddler's license, but they sold fast." Only at night did Manabu Mabe indulge his private obsession, squandering his money on oil and canvases, sitting up, often until dawn, to paint large, calligraphic abstractions. Suddenly this year the whirlwind of artistic success sucked 35-year-old Manabu Mabe into its embrace, tossed him sky-high and made him not only the toast of Brazil but the season's brightest...