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...Closed was the powerful bail-bond firm of McDonough Bros., which had flourished for 50 years in San Francisco. The building-in the shadow of the Hall of Justice (police courts)-still has the cupid-festooned ceilings, mahogany woodwork and silver spittoons of the days when it was a saloon. San Franciscans believe it was the first bail-bond firm in the U.S. It was without a doubt the most notorious business house in San Francisco...
McDonough Bros, was founded as a saloon by Patrick McDonough, a retired police sergeant. His two sons, Pete and Thomas, tended bar. The McDonoughs began writing bail bonds as a favor to lawyers who tippled at their bar. When they learned that the lawyers were charging their clients for these bonds, they began charging too. After old man Mc Donough died, Pete ripped out the bar, dealt solely in bail bonds, soon became a millionaire...
...back to Yonkers, gave a lecture at the high school (the company is very proud of him), and rejoined old friends of the mill days at the neat boardinghouse he used to live in at 8 Maple Street. William R. Booth had found him working in a Sixth Avenue saloon, and got him the mill job in the first place. Billy Booth has every word his friend has ever written, post cards and letters as well. Like "Macey," he always was a thoughtful, reading man. He still is, but he never left the mill. He is mechanical supply manager...
...Hell," griped a Marine captain with a chin like a dornick, "he's lit up like a new saloon." The light blinked out. Three miles out, Marines of the Fifth Regiment, roused from their crowded bunks, were piling over the side into pitching beach boats, settling their combat packs, fixing bayonets as they squatted down. An hour after the light had blinked its message, the muted roar of 1,500-horsepower engines overtoned the growl of the waves. The boats were in the surf; men with their rifles held high piled into the water...
Joys and Glooms. Despite their willingness to forego cinema and saloon, "the members of the local Party are not angels. They are ordinary human beings who get tired and cross and irritable. Even working together for a common cause does not make people love one another." Mrs. Strauss's sketches of British Labor's leaders make this fact clear...