Word: ragamuffins
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Nearly 19 years ago, in a motion picture called The Kid, a saucy, bright-eyed little ragamuffin, taffy hair rumpled untidily under a tattered caricature of a cap, scampered into the hearts of the world cinemaudience clinging to the threadbare coattails of Charlie Chaplin. The kid was Jackie Coogan. Before he was 10, Jackie was a corporation, Jackie Coogan Productions...
Translating all this into Western terms, an army of goose-stepping choir boys had marched this week into an unregenerate old pagan stronghold. Ragamuffin Communists were trying to persuade the choir boys and everyone else to go Red. And opium reared the ugly head of Vice...
...liked school, where he was soon known as a poker-faced humorist and mimic. Chekhov loved practical jokes and disguises, once got himself up like a ragamuffin and fooled his uncle into giving him three kopeks. His teachers were fond of him, but none of them thought him exceptional. When he was 16 his father failed in business, packed his family off to Moscow. Chekhov stayed behind in Taganrog to finish school. When he joined his family three years later, he found them in worse straits than ever. Thereafter, though he had two older brothers, it was Chekhov...
...accountant, he ran away from school at 14, earned his living for five years as cab driver, lifeguard, reporter, tile setter, office boy, bank clerk. Where an orderly schooling might have refined, this helter-skelter existence served to aggravate the amazing accent of an illiterate Hell's Kitchen ragamuffin which is now his principal financial asset. Stander's first important cinema role was in The Scoundrel (1935). His raucous, angry voice and guttersnipe demeanor stamped him immediately as a new and refreshing type, brought him a Hollywood contract. Since then We're in the Money, Page Miss...
...dear Sir," came a child's voice from the direction of Anatole France, "we shan't have time for an argument here; but if I may say so, Mr. Philosopher, sometimes I feel that the smallest little ragamuffin who goes along the road with his shirt tail sticking out through a hole in his pantaloons knows more about what is real and important than all you old spectacled people in your institutions and academies. To know is nothing at all; to imagine is everything. I am imaginary. That is to exist, I should certainly think. I am dreamed...