Word: nights
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last week the Portland school board suddenly sat up and took notice. For one thing, the current Ladies' Home Journal was carrying an exposé of such societies that quoted a former Portland boy named Chuck Swanman. On "Hell Night" he had been taken to a faraway golf course "where the cops can't hear you yell," forced to drink a mixture of a searing hot sauce compounded with pepper and garlic and ordered to smoke a handful of cigars, inhaling every puff. After he vomited, the "hackers" went to work, whacked him 50 times with an inch...
...Portland school board had other evidence. A mother wrote in to describe what had happened to her son on Hell Night. "He hardly looked human. He was covered with blood, molasses and sawdust, and was shaking with spasms ... He was covered with red marks across his back and buttocks, the latter broken in many places and swollen . . . His teeth chattered so that he could not talk...
...pistol a 44-40 single action, his tear gas billy and 4 boxes of shells . . . was flat gone, it's getting rough when thieves rob the law." But usually, in Lane's letters, the forces of decency triumph. The other day, a fly-by-night peddler who was "after the cotton money" invaded Wharton County: "He said, well I'll buy a license and I said we don't sell licenses for that sort of stuff, he said then if I go ahead and I said OK I won't cry, and if some...
...boxing team. Sometimes, on trips with the team, he had to serve as mascot and second when there was no boxer on the other squad small enough, i.e., under 100 Ibs., for him to fight. After he moved to Seattle with his mother in 1945, Glisson filled in one night for a dishwasher in a short-order restaurant. He made so much noise that a customer, Horse Trainer Ralph King from nearby Longacres, asked the waitress who he was. Said the waitress: "He ought to be a jockey. He's got the build. And those hands." King gave...
Fortnight ago, Sir Laurence Olivier's production of the play, starring his wife Vivien Leigh, opened in the West End and was greeted by all-night queues a block long. The critics sang the praises of Actress Leigh and Director Olivier, but gave Williams' script a mixed chorus of grudging praise and abuse. Samples: "I feel as if I had crawled through a garbage heap" . . . "Blatant, crude...