Word: streetcars
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Soprano Eugenia Ratti, 22, is the youngest of the current crop of Italian stars. The shapely daughter of a Genoa streetcar conductor, she joined La Scala three years ago, displayed a talent for the soubrette roles of Rossini and Donizetti and has moved some critics to predict that she will surpass Callas both as actress and singer. Her diction is flawless, her voice cool and clear as crystal. Her artistic ideal is Callas, but she has a reservation: "I still have a heart, Callas...
Mushroomed Clout. In Milan, Salvatore Cinquegrane, 20, who stepped on a streetcar and squabbled with the conductor, was booked for : 1) not paying, 2 ) hitting the conductor, 3) damaging public property, 4) resisting arrest, 5) disturbing the peace, 6) refusing to identify himself to police, and 7) drunkenness...
...Attorney B. Hayden Crawford charged that Tulsa Tribune Reporter Nolen Bulloch, famed for his exposes of bootlegging and political corruption, had actually for nine years masterminded an underworld ring that smuggled liquor into legally dry Oklahoma (TIME, March 11). Bulloch, roared the prosecutor, was the conductor of "a streetcar named Desire-and the desire was for money." He wanted Reporter Bulloch convicted on a conspiracy charge...
Last week, after seven days of inconclusive, often contradictory testimony from a parade of bootleggers, prostitutes and hoodlums called as government witnesses, Prosecutor Crawford's streetcar was derailed. Without even hearing the defense, U.S. District Judge Royce H. Savage directed a verdict acquitting Bulloch and two other defendants. When the verdict was announced, Reporter Bulloch, 49, who had contended that vengeful racketeers and politicians had tried to frame him, quietly moved from the defendant's bench to the press table, calmly picked up his pencil and paper, and started covering the rest of the case against 17 other...
...costumes of silk and velvet . . . identical flowing black ties"). Their quarrels were fiendish. Their cook, looking out of the window at 2 a.m., might descry Mummy, "her pink nightgown streaming behind her, rushing headlong down 97th Street toward Madison, screaming: 'I'll throw myself under the first streetcar!' " One morning, when she appeared with arm in sling, her right eye bruised she explained grandly: "I stumbled over a champagne case in the dark...