Word: subways
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Mary Sangenino, 52, of The Bronx, had troubles too. She got on the subway with a box of cookies and a brown paper bag containing her life savings-$12,500 in bills. Then she got so interested in a comic book that she left the bag behind when she got off at New Lots Avenue, Brooklyn. That was the last...
...crowded inhabitants of big cities tried to live cannily. They avoided hot subway gratings and steaming manholes as martens avoid traps; when walking they tried to route themselves past the doors of air-conditioned movies, where they could breath in a little coolness. The touch of a barber's hot towel, or the simple process of swallowing hot coffee, was enough to make a shirt go limp or a woman's make-up shine greasily. In the packed and airless slums, tens of thousands slept on rooftops or fire escapes. The heat seemed even more pitiless out across...
...girl at the inn) who happened to be a pickpocket by profession. One day, when Negishi wondered aloud how he would ever pay for his wife's holiday, his companion advanced an idea. In one day, the pair lifted 800 yen ($2.20) from passengers on the Tokyo subway. Negishi acted as lookout while his young friend exercised his skill. Next day, both were arrested by a plainclothesman on Tokyo's pickpocket squad. Cried the culprits in unison: "We have failed." Said the detective to Negishi: "If you have no more brains than to do this sort of thing...
...Manhattan? Judy explained that Gubichev was afraid that his wife had hired detectives to follow them. He had also "petrified" her by muttering that the NKVD might be after him. Judy had thought the whole business was very silly -particularly sitting on different seats in an all-but-empty subway car. She had never dreamed that the car behind was stacked with FBI agents...
...worn, plump, pallid figures never looked posed; they were painted as Bishop had first sketched them, in the park or subway or on the street, licking ice-cream cones, reading newspapers, chatting on park benches. There was no glamour in Bishop's handling of them, and no heavy realism either. Her models might be too rumpled and dispirited for Vogue magazine, but they shared a dreamlike solemnity and detachment that is seldom found on the street...