Word: mr
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...shadowy underworld of boxing, the wise guys knew that the man to see when a fight was to be fixed-or even scheduled-was a thug named Frankie Carbo, a flat-eyed hood with a shock of silvery hair. Nobody called him "Frankie." They called him "Mr. Grey." But when the law went looking for him, nobody could remember a thing about him -where he lived, what he looked like, or even when he had last been seen...
Last week, run down at last by dogged gumshoeing, Mr. Grey went to trial in Manhattan's General Sessions Court on charges of tampering with boxing. He had made a career of slipping the law's punches. Back in 1930 he had served less than a year for manslaughter, but over the years he had beaten five raps for murder. At 55, boxing's strong arm looked like a tired old man. His face was drawn, and he was suffering from diabetes. Even elevator shoes failed to give his 5-ft. 8-in. figure any stature...
With that, the law bundled Mr. Grey off to a jail hospital where his illness can be treated while he awaits sentence on three charges to which he pleaded guilty. Maximum sentence on each charge: $500 fine and a year in jail...
...punch that Humorist Corey Ford (Has Anybody Seen Me Lately? Never Say Diet) has aimed at the current publishing mania for Day books. He parodies the pompous epiphenomena that accompany such ventures, including the introductory note of martyred scholarship, the bow of punctilio to humble assistants ("My thanks to Mr. F. L. Peters at the Information Booth at Grand Central"). And there is the jacket blurb from a fellow authority in the field: "'The most exciting twenty-four hours since the day I shot Jim Bishop'-A. Lincoln...
...Oncle (which the distributor has rendered with accuracy and consummate disrespect for Americans' linguistic prowess, as My Uncle) is Jacques Tati's sequel to his immensely successful Mr. Hulot's Holiday. The newer movie retains as its hero, Hulot, the man of zany good sense and good will pitted against a world that takes itself awfully seriously but happens to be insane. Last time, Hulot attacked the concept of the holiday; now he is after modernism...