Word: stilles
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...towers of the Triborough Bridge now float in the sky just beyond their chimneys, and a snare-drum roll of traffic drifts up from the modern East River Drive. Negroes and Puerto Ricans choke the slums to west and north. But the old neighborhood is still Italian. Its sidewalk garbage cans (each with its cover chained to prevent theft), its great, voracious rats, its smells, its endless noise, are the same...
Jostling armies of liquid-eyed children still play in its filthy, glass-strewn alleys, its dark hallways, and in vacant lots, where the refuse of generations is packed solid, a foot higher than the sidewalks. Its old men are sad. The young men who haunt its streets by night-callow bravoes with oiled black hair, sharp suits and the melancholy curse of pimples-loiter in knots with expressionless faces, just as they did when Frank Costello had a gun in his pocket and was one of them...
...happily with Huey's heirs and remained in business. It was an ideal arrangement for Frank Costello, who had put up only $15,000; he stayed in New York City and just let the money roll in. One year, they grossed $1,297,580. The Louisiana venture was still an ideal arrangement last week even though slot machines are illegal in Louisiana and Reform Mayor Chep Morrison had chased them out of New Orleans...
...saved from their emergency rations, the survivors spent a second sleepless night. Colonel Grable caught a two-foot yellowtail, but lost it before he could bring it aboard. One raft overturned twice; all but two flares were lost and the emergency radio would no longer work. Overhead, the men still heard the sound of crisscrossing search planes, twice sighted ships but were unable to attract the attention of the searchers...
After that just about everyone forgot Alfalfa Bill. He wandered between Tishomingo and Oklahoma City-a skinny, bent figure almost lost in a bundle of mufflers and disheveled coats, a cigar stub still sticking out from under a now straggly old mustache. He spent his time writing long and scholarly books on politics, history, and economics, and peddling them to his friends...