Word: parkes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...rolled into the city, tossed KTVI's 575-ft. TV tower across the roofs of two apartment buildings, crushed the second floor of a four-family house, ripped off part of the roof of a sports arena, uprooted trees. It mangled a Ferris wheel in an amusement park, then slanted northeast-straight into the city's center. There, in a 3-sq.-mi. sector, years ago St. Louis' "silk stocking'' district, the twister changed its swath-cutting pattern and skip-bombed its havoc: it ripped up some of the same buildings that were wrecked...
...down along three sides. A huge net drooped limply across the floor. The low walls were pierced by openings that looked like windows in ancient outbuildings from which spectators peered out like court nobles in an old print. At the exclusive Racquet and Tennis Club on Manhattan's Park Avenue, devotees were watching Northrup R. Knox, 30, challenge 41-year-old Albert ("Jack") Johnson for the world open championship of the ancient game of court tennis...
...theater, known as the fabulous invalid for generations, was in a particularly palsied state in the 1840s. Sniffed a young Brooklyn Eagle critic named Walt Whitman: "Bad taste carries the day with hardly a pleasant point to mitigate its coarseness." New York's Park Theater, for one, was fast approaching the day when patrons sat on bare benches, watching rats fight the actors for stage center...
...arrived an unlikely heroine: a strong-jawed, 26-year-old matron named Anna Cora Mowatt. Anna's lawyer-husband had broken down physically and financially, and Anna blithely set out to recoup by writing a play. Fashion, her maiden effort, ran a respectable string of performances at the Park in 1845, and launched Author Mowatt on a heady career as an actress. It also gave the U.S. its first home-grown play of any success...
...memory is dimmed by the bitter fact that the war itself turned out to be the obliterating modern thing he himself had predicted. His Broome Park house, which Bachelor Kitchener had hoped would be another Blenheim for his ducal bones, was sold and became a hotel. As for last year's veiling ceremonies at Khartoum, the Sudanese for whom he had founded a school may have scamped the job. His horse's bronze legs stuck out from under the covering. Thus his true memorial is not an Oxford graduate's biography nor a Kipling's "lest...