Word: sheridan
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Thirty-six hours later, Presbrey was passing Minneapolis' Sheridan Hotel when a 90-mile-an-hour gale knocked a 65-ft. chimney onto the hotel, injuring four people. Grabbing the Speed Graphic he always carries in his car ("Photographers are never around when you need them"), Reporter Presbrey was shooting pictures when the ambulances arrived...
Buried in the stuffing is a situation dear to the hearts of farce writers: the plight of a manly newly wed (Gary Grant) who is prevented by twists of the plot from getting to bed with his bride (Ann Sheridan). Here the situation is rigged on a fresh but frail device that crumbles under ponderous handling. To join his WAG Lieut. Sheridan, whose outfit is leaving Germany, Frenchman Grant must be deployed as an "alien spouse" through the U.S. Army's channels for delivering European brides to their G.I. husbands...
...wife, Bertha, and his daughter, Cherie Coppeliano, went to visit him in the death house. At lunch time, Sheridan told them: "Now, you folks go on uptown and have a nice lunch. When you get back, we'll have a nice talk." Sheridan stared after them as long as his eyes could follow. Then he called a guard...
...Phone the warden's office," said Sheridan. "Have him tell my wife and daughter not to come back, that no more visitors will be admitted . . . When I last saw them they were smiling and I was smiling. That's the way I wanted it to be. No weeping stuff." Squint had one more request: he wanted his eyes given to New York's Eye-Bank (doctors said the corneas could still be used despite the damage caused by the caustic 41 years...
Just before the black mask came down over his face, Sheridan looked up at the bright light over the death chair. A moth fluttered about it. Sheridan's weak blue eyes followed the moth intently as it circled the light. Then the mask came down over his face, guards deftly snapped the electrodes on his arms and legs, and the dynamo started up with a low whine. At 11:11 p.m. the prison physician put his stethoscope to Sheridan's chest. "This man is dead," he said in a flat voice...