Word: nicking
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...pack up their instruments before heading for home or a Sixth Avenue bar. One man, a short, slender trumpeter with a tiny mustache, was in a hurry. Robert Leo Hackett stowed away his shining horn, flung out a hurried good night and left. Twenty minutes later he slipped into Nick's famed Greenwich Village jazz-and-gin mill, and stepped to the leader's place on the stand where five other musicians were waiting...
Winter Week. In the middle of the hot weather slump, when 52nd Street nightclub owners looked glumly at rows of empty tables and cried the blues, Nick's joint on West Tenth Street was having what the surprised musicians themselves called a "winter week." The iron-man stunt was giving Bobby (who, like all hot jazzmen, is an authority on hard times) some memorable paydays. ABC pays him $165 a week for a 40-hour week for 20 hours of actual playing. Grace Rongetti, Nick's widow, pays better than that, complaining only when Bobby gets tied...
...colleagues are seeking to undermine a good country and are getting atomic secrets for reasons other than world peace. Gouzenko steals from the embassy some documentary proof of this and tries to warn the Canadian government. He falls in this, but Gouzenko, wife and child, are rescued in the nick of time from the Russians by the arrival of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. That is the end of the picture...
...rundown sounds like the preview for a soap-opera sequence. Will Nick Rodis' weak knee stand up under hard running? Will the injured bone in Chuck Glynn's hand heal? What effect will Jim Kenary's appendectomy have on his football future? Will Chip Gannon and Tom Guthrie be able to catch up on the fundamentals they have missed...
...least three of last fall's Varsity football players are caught between football and baseball, but two of them, guard Nick Rodis and back Chip Gannon, are expected to junk the latter sport in favor of an all-out drive for Valpey...