Word: subways
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Mornings are difficult--what with people surging hither and yon in their daily occupations, the assaults of the shoe-shine boys, the little league, the baby carriage brigade and the woman shoppers; the subterranean rumble of the subway, the distant cacophony of bells, the mingled shouts of children and clash of pin-ball machines. Saddened (perhaps by the morning's news or the "No Loitering" sign), Harold sometimes sits at the corner table by the window and counts green book bags passing by or reads Kafka or sublimates with secretaries on their way to work...
Harold has a can of beer and a package of gum remaining; or a one-way subway token to Scalloy Square (he can come back tomorrow); or English muffiins and a cup of tea. Or a package of cigarettes. But it is night, the time of neon and lengthy shadows, streetlamps, hushed voices, nervous laughter, and sex. Night is Harold's garment of life...
...writes Harold on a sheet of yellow paper, belongs to the night and together they conspire against Boston. They live illicitly, caress each other with streetlamps and shadows and juke box symphonies, the soft sob of loss, the subway shudder and the sigh. Night warms its black limbs by the gutter fires and furnace spit. We should bottle the night, prone and passive, siphon it into leather canteen flasks, take swigs of it while sunning ourselves by the river, savour it after a French loave-lunch, rub it on our arm in lieu of excrement...
Arthur Fiedler and the Boston Pops will let go with all the standard summer-time goodies nightly on the Esplanade. To reach these free open-air concerts, take the subway from Harvard Square to the Charles Station exit...
...facts the Ernst report, co-signed by ex-New York State Supreme Court Justice William Munson, saw eye-to-eye with a long-established story. On the evening of March 12, when Author (The Era of Trujillo) Galindez waved goodbye to a student in front of a New York subway entrance and then vanished, Gerry Murphy, a onetime Eagle Scout from Eugene, Ore., was waiting at out-of-the-way Zahns Airport near Amityville, L.I., his rented twin-engined Beechcraft D18 outfitted with extra gas tanks and ready to go. Ernst checked out Murphy's mysterious journey: take...