Word: parkes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Twenty years ago a squib on the radio page of the old New York Evening World noted that "the story of a cloak-and-suit operator's climb from a dingy tenement to Park Avenue will be dramatized in the Rise of the Goldbergs . . ." With that feeble trumpet toot, the Goldberg family was off on a career that has included a run of 17 consecutive years on radio (only Amos 'n' Andy has run longer), a Broadway play and road company, a comic strip, vaudeville sketches and a television show...
...Rhode Islanders who gathered in Providence's Roger Williams Park last week for an old-fashioned "Sunday in the Park" had a birthday to celebrate. In ten years, the Blue Cross (hospital insurance) plan had covered 532,000 subscribers-70% of all Rhode Islanders and 75% of all eligibles. In no other state had the plan been so successful. But something was missing: Rhode Island Blue Cross still could not cover doctors' fees...
Citation, the wonder horse, has covered a lot of ground since winning the $50,000 Tanforan Handicap last fall-but none in actual competition. Most of it has been in railway express cars between San Francisco, Miami, Baltimore and Belmont Park. Like a football hero on crutches, Citation was traveling with Calumet Farm's first team while trainers fussed & fumed over his popped osselet...
...remark: "We don't need him right now." The rest of the team was clicking. Coaltown, whose efforts included a world-record mile-in 1:34-had the handicap division over a barrel; Kentucky Derby-winning Ponder, runaway victor in the recent $66,150 American Derby at Washington Park, was the nation's top money-winning three-year-old. If anybody mourned Citation's absence, it was the gloom-mongers who seemed to take morbid satisfaction in predicting that Citation was all washed up and would never race again...
...dazzling bright room high above the late summer landscape of Manhattan's Central Park stood an exquisite blonde in a regal white dress (by Hattie Carnegie). She rustled her billowing petticoats and smiled a smile of quiet rapture. Above her decolletage, as bare as a lie and as bold as fashion, sparkled a small cascade of diamonds-or what looked like diamonds. Her slender, black-gloved hand gripped a black cigarette holder from which, now & again, she flicked a trace of ash with gracious disdain. A man's voice cooed...