Word: poppings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week, on the anniversary of the accident, tiny Chatsworth (pop. 1,100) held a memorial service in the Village Park. Seventy-nve-year-old Louis Joseph Haberkorn, one of the first to reach the scene, presided, introduced nine survivors. Service ended with singing of the ballad The Bridge Was Burned at Chatsworth, written shortly after the wreck by one T. P. Westendorf, whose initials are the same as the unlucky railroad's. Excerpt...
...Pop Guns and Rifles, whose caustic harmonies aid in describing the appalling results of the "dangerous joys" of firearms, has already earned the approbation of the American Society for the Prevention of Blindness...
Sometime after one midnight last week Policeman Vernon Kelly paced his accustomed rounds on the quiet streets of Tallahassee, Fla. (pop. 12,000). At George Demetree's beer parlor he found the door suspiciously unlocked. Drawing his revolver and pushing inside, he flicked his flashlight, spotted a skinny, dark-brown Negro behind the counter, a taller yellow Negro nearby...
About 300,000 people a summer go to the Hollywood Bowl to hear a series of concerts pretentiously labeled "Symphonies Under the Stars." The current season began last fortnight, but one night last week the dither of arriving celebrities, the pop of exploding flashlights made it seem like an opening. Though Hollywood stars regularly attend the Bowl concerts, only a special occasion could have brought so many notables. Conductor Werner Janssen, son of the Manhattan restaurateur ("Janssen Wants to See You"), was playing a program by Finnish Jan Sibelius, the composer he understands best. He was playing for the first...
...only four innocent brands plucked from the burning, but four more celebrities added to the roll of 132 accused murderers and others whom Sam Liebowitz boasts of saving from death. He, a Jew, had dared the South's "boll weevil bigots," "creatures whose mouths are slits . . . whose eyes pop out at you like frogs', whose chins drip tobacco juice, bewhiskered and filthy." He had faced witnesses with the uneasy feeling that "one can never tell when one of those hill billies [among the spectators] will pump a six-gun at him." He had done it all absolutely without...