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...days after Capone's arrival in Miami, a man standing at the window of an apartment on Chicago's upper West Side, put his hand to his hat and tilted it. Two figures loitering on a porch across the street immediately began firing with repeating shotguns at two men who had emerged from a fish shop and were entering a parked automobile. The targets died at once, torn and streaming with slug wounds. They were identified as John ("Bowlegs") Oliveri and Joseph Salamone, familiar to the police as members of the local alcohol "racket." Oliveri had lately joined...
...Elliott's house is in a place called Dunton, a drab quarter of the Borough of Queens, N. Y. One night last week, an hour past midnight, a bulky object lying on the porch of the Elliott house detonated with a roar of which the magnitude befitted the object of its protest. This object was not Robert G. Elliott or his wife and two children, all in bed upstairs. It was society...
...loved to hear Sweet Adeline. The song was the favorite of Boston's recent (1906-07, 1910-14) Mayor, John Francis Fitzgerald. Mr. Fitzgerald would sing it in the front parlor of his folksy white home in Dorchester, Boston suburb. Young Kennedy, outside on the porch hammock would give ear and, with him, Rose Fitzgerald. Or while her father's heart pined for "Adeline," they would stroll into Franklin Park, past the monkey house toward the quiet place of the bear pits. Rose Fitzgerald and Joseph P. Kennedy were married, and he took a position as president...
...votes. At midnight, a mob of drunken hoodlums started out to punish Editor Dean for maligning People's Choice Lake. Editor Dean stood in the doorway of his home with an automatic shotgun, informed the mob that he would shoot dead the first man who stepped on his porch. "You scoundrels, get out of here and go to hell," said Editor Dean. They went to the plant of the Daily Herald; but the employees of Editor Dean kept them away from the presses with loaded revolvers. They hung crepe on the door of the Daily Herald's offices...
...Egyptian Minister to the U. S., who, with Mme. Samy, had been warmly persuaded to attend. His Excellency enjoyed himself, at least, until Mrs. Francis M. Reynolds, a member of the ceremonial committee, spying the portly dark-complected Samy Pasha in his place of honor on a school-house porch, requested him to depart. She did not "want him around," said Mrs. Reynolds. Insulted, Samy Pasha and his party returned to their hotel. Not until Governor Byrd apologized in person for Mrs. Reynolds' stupid race-blindness did Samy Pasha shrug his smooth shoulders and say, good-naturedly...