Word: rowes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Axes for Taxes. From city to city, the Skid Row habitués are finding just about everything they have the urge to wish for, i.e., a place to live in unpressured alcoholic freedom, a place eventually to die in peaceful alcoholic stupor. Food and board are cheap: 50? a night for a flop; two fried eggs, coffee, toast, mush and potatoes for a quarter. Money is adequate: handouts in these generous times are fat; pharmaceutical companies buy blood for $5 a pint if the donor appears sober; relief checks and unemployment compensation are punctual. If all else fails...
...midst of national plenty, the bums have come to sense new municipal flies in their bleary ointment. The same blissful prosperity has also brought the bright-eyed vision of urban redevelopment experts, the crash of demolition hammers and the thunder of falling brick. In many U.S. cities Skid Row is marked for extinction to make space for shining (and more taxworthy) office buildings or glassy, classy apartment houses. Kansas City's Skid Row has fallen to an expressway. City planners in Denver have their eye on Larimer Street, and Los Angeles is midway in a civic cleanup on most...
Atomized Bums. Last week civic planners got an urgent plea to think about the bums before the city beautiful. It came from Wilbert L. Hindman, chairman of the Los Angeles Welfare Planning Council's Committee on Skid Row, a professor of business administration at the University of Southern California and member of the National Committee on the Homeless and Institutional Alcoholic. "Skid Row," said he, "is a very healthy institution. It has sprung up spontaneously to meet the demands of the homeless ones-the men who have resigned from society. It is not something that was dreamed...
...studious-looking Mayor Drapeau. A political unknown, he shot to prominence as prosecutor (1950-53) in a probe of Montreal vice in the '40s, when gambling czars ran up a $100-million-a-year business and bawdyhouses never closed. He proved police collusion with such evidence as a row of doors nailed to a wall so that cops could "padlock" vice dens without offending the underworld; 20 cops were later fined or fired. Only four weeks after the probe ended, Prosecutor Drapeau was installed at city hall by the biggest vote ever given a mayoralty candidate...
Kevin Roller is a fat, lowborn lecher who has piled up a smelly fortune publishing obscene comic books and now has bought into the respectable but slipping Primrose Press. Is there a Kevin Roller on Manhattan's publishers' row? He is, at worst, a composite: traits of his career can be spotted in several existing New York publishing firms. Similarly, Tony Thompson-the passionate editor with a winetaster's nose for genius and a mixed-up love life-recalls bits and pieces of several real-life editors' personal histories. The same goes for Gerald Primrose...