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...Tite Street, used to mutter, "Gainsborough would have done it!" But in his heart he knew he was no Gainsborough. What Sargent had in abundance was a capacity for flattering his sitters in paint, and naturally they flocked to him. He complained that "portrait painting is a pimp's profession," and late in life he swore off it. "No more paughtraits," he wrote triumphantly to a friend. "I abhor and abjure them and hope never to do another, especially of the Upper Classes...
...writing plays. Primed on Ibsen and Strindberg, he enrolled in Professor George Pierce Baker's famed 47-Workshop at Harvard. His first published play, The Web, was set in a squalid boardinghouse. Its three main characters (not counting an illegitimate baby in the cradle) were a prostitute, a pimp and a murderer. The play's opening line was: "Gawd! What a night...
Hall next attached himself to John Hager, an ex-convict (bad checks) turned taxicab driver and pimp. When the kidnaper gave Hager an $18 tip, the cabbie was elated. "I knew I had a Good-Time Charl'e." he gloated. He took Hall to a hefty (176 Ibs.), blonde prostitute named Sandy O'Day, and the three drove to a motor court near St. Louis. Hall tossed $2,480 onto the bed for Hager who counted it and announced the total. Hall, to make it a round figure, added $20. Next morning Hager returned to the motel...
Hungry and cold in the streets, she was befriended by a streetwalker, and by a drug addict who introduced Kiki (aged 16) to cocaine. A pimp seduced her, beat her arid threw her out because she "wasn't good for anything." One night a girl friend told her that there were "nice suet cakes and tea to drink" at the house of a Russian living in the Cite Falguiére. The girls stood shivering on the doorstep, afraid to knock. A neighboring painter, as poor and as cold as themselves, but a man of talent, took them...
...barring reporters from the trial of Minot ("Mickey") Jelke III, on charges of being a pimp, Manhattan Judge Francis Valente apparently expected to keep testimony from the sensational vice case out of the newspapers. The trial had not gone two days before Judge Valente had an ample opportunity to see how wrong he was in practice, if not in law. Elaborately shrouded in secrecy, the trial took on an importance it might never have had in open court. In Louisville, a panel of clergymen on radio debated whether the press should be allowed to cover the trial, decided that...