Word: night
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...last U. S. jazz band to play in London?three and a half years ago?was the relatively restrained Brooke Johns Orchestra. Dauntlessly, however, "Conductor Abie" sailed from Manhattan. The Ministry of Labor agreed that "Abie's Own" may perform at a London night club, on condition that the proprietor hire an equal number of authentic British musicians...
...wild-eyed townsman who talked of visions. Together they went and stood before the church. On the door shimmered a soft image. A tender, shadowy face, slender hands and billowy robes were suggested in mottled luminescence. At dawn it disappeared. Thereafter the image appeared at twilight, continued through the night. Hundreds heard about it. came to see for themselves. Cripples and weazened ancients were among them. Some said it was the Blessed Virgin, others that it was St. Anne herself. Skeptical experiments were made by extinguishing neighborhood street lights and lights within the church. The image persisted. Perhaps...
...before any announcement had been made by the Garden Corporation, William F. Carey entrained with Prizefighter Dempsey for Boston and persuaded Jack Sharkey, who had lapsed into his habitual recalcitrance, to sign papers for the Stribling fight. Then Dempsey went to Miami, arranged details of a fight on the night...
...Home, got a job as copy boy for the Morning News. Evenings, he hawked papers on Chicago street corners. His father made him come home and go tc school. Six months of that, and he ran away again. Back to the newspapers, he was errand boy for a night editor and did some exhibition boxing. Later, as a sports writer for the Record, he earned as high as $3,000 a year. When the Record and the Herald merged, Writer Hertz was left without a job. So he managed boxers...
...ceaselessly, his nostrils twitched. He was Emile Zola, novelist. He had persuaded Ludovic Halevy, boulevardier & librettist, to bring him there. The Prince stared at the bosom and hips of his hostess. Emile Zola stared also, fixed her image in his mind. Later he would transfer it into words. That night the Prince escorted the actress from the theatre. But Zola returned to the portfolio of notes for his next novel, Nana, a saga of sensuality...