Word: taverner
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...When Prophet Smith's original wife, "Doubting" Emma, became suspicious of increasing recruits to a houseful of so-called foundling women, he sent her to St. Louis to buy supplies. After his murder Emma married a tavern keeper...
...just in time for a last party before he died. Bellman played the lute, consciously or unconsciously drew upon Bach, Mozart, Scarlatti for melodies. He seldom wrote a song down, let his friends transcribe, collect and publish part of his output. The "Last of the Troubadours" sang of tavern life, of trips to the country, of a ludicrous funeral procession, of his friends Movitz the painter, Mollberg the soldier, Ulla Winblad the kindly tart. A typical song, in minuet tempo, is Movitz Paints Mrs. Bergstrom, which takes two verses to reach a description of its subject...
Emerging pot-valiant from a Webster, Mass, tavern, beefy Bundster Fritz Kuhn (already under indictment charged with filching Bund funds) had words with a policeman, who promptly tossed him into jail. Next morning Police Chief John Templeman released him on $54 bail, snapped: "He was just another wise guy who thought this was a hick town and he could stage one of them beer hall putsch things and be the dictator...
After 1:49 sec. of the fourth round, Referee Arthur Donovan untangled Galento from the ropes, awarded a technical knock out to Louis and dragged Galento to his corner. When he came to and had his fat face put back together with 23 stitches, the gallant little tavern-keeper set some kind of world's record by being just as unafraid of Louis as when he went into the ring. He still thought he could beat him. "I just got a little careless," he explained through lacerated lips. "That bum's way overrated. He's not even...
...Among the paupers in Westchester County Home near Elmsford, N. Y. were Frederick Rupt, 75, and John Doyle, 70. From their tiny allowances they saved money for a spree, one night last week walked into an Elmsford tavern, split a dozen cans of beer. Near 1 a.m. they were rolling homeward, Frederick Rupt favoring his wooden right leg. They fell afighting and when Frederick Rupt clumped away, John Doyle was lying by the road. Somebody's fist, said a doctor, had fractured his skull, killed him. Frederick Rupt was jailed for manslaughter...