Word: streets
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...world changed color and shape for the stupefied Masons. To their house in the slums of South Philadelphia rushed well-wishers, curiosity-seekers, oil-well and gold-mine promoters. Police had to rope off their street. A man in Liberia wanted them to finance a bus line from Monrovia to the jungle. "All I ever wanted was my own home," Pearl shakily said...
Since the old Hellzapoppin was played fortissimo, no term exists to express the racket made by the new one. It is all the panics in Wall Street, all the riots in lunatic asylums, all the election nights in Times Square, all the Fourths of July in history, and all the alarm clocks in the world going off at once. But aside from its lustier detonations, it is pretty much the same show. Lena still wanders up & down the aisles calling for Oscar, the little flowerpot whose owner won't claim it still grows by stages into a gigantic tree...
...bankrupt Rock Island, Missouri Pacific, St. Louis-San Francisco, to the prosperous Union Pacific, Burlington, U. S. winter wheat adds up to a substantial portion of summer revenue. Largest of the winter wheat carriers is the Santa Fe. Wall Street Journal dug up some interesting figures on Santa...
...less than a year later (while a quieter voice translates): "Our soldiers have been shot at, and since 5:45 a. m. we have been shooting back." Two days later, in the thick French of Daladier: "The cause of France is the cause of Justice"; and brokenly, from Downing Street, the voice of Chamberlain again: "This country is at war with Germany...
Tropic of Cancer was a dizzying personal record of sexual adventure, straycat poverty and street wanderings in Paris, formless and plotless in any classical sense, savagely anti-artistic. Its end-of-the-rope eloquence was, however, apprentice work compared with Tropic of Capricorn, which deals with Miller's jobholding and job-avoiding life in Manhattan and Brooklyn before he went to Paris. Written in a naked language not of literature but of a man's talking, unquotable except by the page, Tropic of Capricorn would mean plenty to countless men-in-the-street. The "dithyrambic prose" which excited...