Word: poor
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...stand in his own defense Wexler pictured himself as a poor man. He was, he said, only a small cog in a big wheel. His real bosses had been Hassel and Greenberg who gave him a modest allowance, supplied limousines to "keep up the front." He owned no breweries, knew little about the beer racket, and nothing at all about New York gang murders. When Prosecutor Dewey called his testimony a lie, Wexler wept...
...Atholl rallied the land-poor Duke of Montrose who keeps plaintively trying to sell his tens of thousands of Scottish acres and takes boarders at his Buchanan Castle for eight guineas ($43) per week...
...charity ward of a Los Angeles hospital last week lay a wrinkled little man with sparse grey hair combed straight back. The habitual frightened look of the sick poor dropped from his wizened face as newshawks approached. "Hell!" snapped the little man. "There's nothing wrong with me. Be out of here in a week." But reporters knew that, perhaps for the last time, they were seeing and hearing James Todhunter ("Tod") Sloan, great jockey, famed rounder, spender, one-time friend of millionaires and occasional toast of royalty...
...Yorkers went to Carnegie Hall to hear the 90 musicians play. They were not concerned with the players' financial struggle. And to them it was irrelevant that the conductor they were about to watch was putting to the hazard a reputation which had splendidly justified his poor immigrant Russian parents, years ago, in letting him be adopted by a New Haven spinster, Miss Charlotte Ingersoll, so that he could have training. What the Carnegie Hall crowd wanted to find out was whether there could be such a thing as a real bargain in symphonies. And when they filed...
...most sociable meal of the day, usually lasting two or three hours, at Yale it is a delirium. Why, the other morning I was walking along Elm street with an elderly lady, when we observed several students rushing towards the Old Campus after breakfast. 'Look at those poor, dear boys with their tongues hanging out,' sympathized the old lady. "Those aren't tongues, those are griddle cakes,' I informed her." --Yale Alumni Weekly...