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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...walked into the bright, mirrored, roomy barber shop and ordered a haircut; he closed his eyes contentedly as he felt the clippers on his thick neck. He was completely oblivious of two dark, sallow men who entered with their hats on, after him. Each of the pair wore the sort of dark, metal-rimmed glasses affected by highway cops. Each wore a scarf over his mouth. Each wore a black glove on his right hand, and each black hand gripped a pistol. They pushed the barber aside and stood on either side of the chair...
...Still, Al grew to resent reference to the vulgar necessities of his sort of life. So did his brother, Tough Tony, who ran the Brooklyn piers for him. "Murderer?" Tony once rasped to a reporter. "He kill anybody in your family yet?" Al was proud of his children and became a heavy spender in New York toy stores. He was mourned last week, however, in a very narrow circle. Only Tough Tony gave any public display of grief. When a New York Daily News reporter called him and announced that Al had been shot to death, Tony said: "What...
After defining basic research as fundamental investigation in science which may or may not have ultimate practical significance, the report estimates that about 14% of all Soviet scientists spend their time in this sort of long-range work, on which the advances of the future will be based. The percentage is between one-fifth and one-third greater than...
Aware that 65 million Americans had no professed church affiliation, Dr. Gockel aimed his nonsectarian show at "the great unchurched-they are our potential customers." The first shows were a serialized morality play about Druggist Carl Fisher of Middleburg, U.S.A., a sort of male Ma Perkins whose soda-fountain stools spun with ordinary people with ordinary problems. After 3½ years the synod elders decided that the Fisher family had come to be simply "busybodies snooping around the neighborhood hunting for something to stick their noses into." So Life abandoned the Fisher pharmacy for separate, self-contained dramatizations of modern...
...been writing," he exploded in accusation, "I don't know how in hell you found time ... I admit I didn't want you to." Thereupon he wrote Thurber out of the imagined society of efficient journalists and treated him as a sort of basket case. "I was a completely different man," writes Thurber ". . . one of the trio about whom he fretted and fussed continually-the others were Andy [E.B.] White and Wolcott Gibbs. Our illnesses, or moods, or periods of unproductivity were a constant source of worry to him. When I was . . . undergoing a series of eye operations...