Word: saloon
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...consequently happens when, in the course of a public house argument about metaphysics, he orders the chandelier to turn upside down. The chandelier does so. When Mr. Fotheringay lacks presence of mind to order it back into place, it falls on the floor and breaks. Thrown out of the saloon for conduct unbecoming to a gentleman, Mr. Fotheringay goes home to experiment with his new found knack. He conjures rabbits, kittens, gold watches and finally a bunch of grapes which he nibbles contentedly before he falls asleep...
...Chicago local of the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, "Umbrella Mike" Boyle is said to have earned his nickname by his method of collecting donations from electrical contractors and other citizens who sought his favors. Boss Boyle would hang his umbrella on the bar of Johnson's saloon, absent himself while the graftee plunked the agreed sum into it, then return and innocently walk off with the umbrella. In eight years, on a union salary of $35 per week, he saved $350,000. "It was with great thrift," he has explained. As early as 1915 "Umbrella Mike" was indicted...
...ferociously exciting melodrama, well worthy of comparison with Director Ford's 1935 contribution to the same subject, The Informer. Theme of the 0'Casey version of the play is the tragic muddleheadedness of the revolutionists, the Irish romanticism that made their rebellion fizzle off in ranting, saloon fights and ill-timed heroics. In RKO's The Plough and the Stars the theme is the considerably less specialized one of conflict between love and patriotism. Jack Clitheroe (Preston Foster) and his wife Nora (Barbara Stanwyck) are assing in the park when he is summoned to his post...
...Indianapolis, Jerry W. Flanders, 24, hired a soloist to sing Gloomy Sunday at his funeral, was arrested in a downtown saloon just as he was about to drink a glass of poisoned beer...
Even had the inspectors not closed up the town, El Paso s saloon keepers were doomed to disappointment. Rulers of three-fourths of the West's privately-owned range, the cattlemen were a sober-sided lot. Drawled C. M. Newman, arrangements committee chairman and an oldtime El Pasoan, as he doffed his black sombrero to the delegates: "It's getting so you can't tell a cattleman from a businessman." Only half the cattlemen sported high-heel boots and ten-gallon hats. None tucked in his pants. Sheep raisers and cattlemen, who traditionally loathe one another, shared...