Word: sidewalkers
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...dignity is waddling up Mass. Avenue towards the Square. He probably stops at the sign of Billings and Stover; for this is midafternoon, and the Professor must tighten his belt with the traditional milkshake. Emerging, he will puff out his lips, tap his black cane contentedly on the sidewalk, and roll on his way. Pausing a moment, he will reach into his pocket, pick out the cigar he had not smoked during some faculty meeting and give it to the blind news dealer. Again the puff, the cane, and the bow legs swing into action, as their owner heads...
Almost in unison last week the country's first four symphony orchestras sounded the overture to a new music season. Limousines lined up for blocks before the concert halls in Boston. New York. Philadelphia, Chicago. Dowagers and their escorts pushed their way impatiently through the sidewalk crowds. Music students, shabby and excited, ran up the steps to their top-gallery seats. Out of the wings like ball-players leaving their dugouts came the big league orchestra players. Oboes sounded A. A buzz of tuning and the big-league captains appeared-Chicago's square old Frederick Stock; Boston...
...champagne. Many jealous Russian emigrés in Paris prudently forgot their high talk of '"boycotting" the ceremony and attended the wedding last week of Barbara Woolworth Hutton to "Prince" Alexis Mdivani in the Russian Church in Paris. The church was jammed. Three thousand people stood on the sidewalk, lost their tempers, punched each other's faces, nearly ruined the bride's dress (Patou) and had a grand time. There are no seats in a Russian church. For over half an hour, while four bearded brocaded priests chanted at them, led them round & round the altar...
...truckload of shirts to Dresswell Shirts, Inc. As they waited for the store to open, a coupe drew up behind them, then sped away. Mailloux smelled smoke, ran to the rear of the truck, found a sizzling bomb planted in the shirts. He grabbed it, hurled it to the sidewalk. It landed at the feet of Bystander Bernard Witt, exploded, blew him into the air, broke...
When the World Series is being played, when wars are waged, when steamships sink, thick crowds jam the sidewalks of Washington's Pennsylvania Avenue at E Street to read the bulletins in the Washington Post's windows. A straw-hatted crowd jammed the sidewalk one day last week, surged up the front stairs of the grey stone pile, but not to read bulletins. The crowd was there to see the 56-year-old newspaper auctioned (TIME...