Word: saloon
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Skoits, inelegant in the fetid atmosphere of a saloon, but still skoits. Chinamen burn while Chuck Connors' mob fights Steve Brodie's gang for possession of the fire hydrant--an especially humorous scene since we have as a background to this massacre a delightful picture of good-natured Swipes throwing a brick through a window, upsetting a kerosene lamp. Crowds throng the banks of the East River near the Brooklyn Bridge, small boats loaded with inebriated gamblers drift in a semi-circle...
...When Connors befriends a respectable girl (Fay Wray) to the extent of letting her be his cook, slick Brodie promptly makes her his fiancée. When Connors gives little Swipes a spanking which causes him to run away, Brodie gives him a home. Still, Steve Brodie has no saloon. When two brewers offer to give him one if he can acquire a following, he thinks up the scheme of jumping off Brooklyn Bridge. His wager with Connors is a fine funeral against Connors' barroom. Brodie wins the bet. Chuck Connors thinks he did it dishonestly, gives...
...forward deck house, snapped her booms, stove in her ventilators, snatched off three lifeboats and flooded the cabins. The second mate and quartermaster were washed overside, two of the crew badly injured. Captain William Heath hove to, sent out an SOS. The 37 passengers were corralled in the main saloon at 5 a. m. To the wallowing Madison went the Coast Guard destroyer Upshur which oiled the tossing water, convoyed the steamer at 1½knots into Norfolk 24 hours late. Debarking passengers sent up a great cheer for Captain Heath's steady seamanship...
Attentive Welshmen gathering last week in Wrexham for the national festival or Eisteddfod of Wales politely honored a bleak, grey-mustached, sensitive man who as a youth polished cuspidors and the brass rail of Luke O'Connor's bygone saloon in Manhattan's Greenwich Village. Later in Yonkers, N. Y. sensitive John Masefield learned to abhor the Machine Age by working in a rug mill. Last week as the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom he told Welshmen that "the world subconsciously longs for poetry but it now invents substitutes, such as speed, to obtain the excitement...
...false rumor that President Machado had resigned, all Havana went wild with joy. Huge crowds poured into the streets in celebration. The police poured lead into the crowds. Dozens were killed, some around the capitol, some near the President's Palace, some before Sloppy Joe's famed saloon. Hospitals were so busy with the wounded that no one answered telephone inquiries. As Cuba entered this week the end of President Machado's bloody reign seemed definitely in sight...