Word: tavernes
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...Billy Potts owned a tavern in Ford's Ferry, Ky. Its floor was covered with bloodstains; outside, the grounds were filled with shallow graves. Travelers who stayed overnight could not depend on getting up again next morning. Billy's son, a chip off the old block, was caught robbing by two farmers, was forced to leave the state. Years later he returned with a hefty bankroll and a beard. He decided to surprise the folks by not letting on who he was. Not recognizing him, Daddy cheerfully sank a knife into his back, fleeced him, and went...
...Fire. Portuguese love the fado most when they are away from Portugal; saudade, an untranslatable word that means something like galloping nostalgia, occurs in nearly every song. But even at home, the Portuguese seem eager to have their hearts broken. "A wild group of students can roar into a tavern," a medical student says wonderingly, "and immediately they become despondent, wailing their favorite fado." Positive-thinking Portuguese try unsuccessfully to combat this downbeat sense of life; if such songs must be sung, a Portuguese intellectual has urged, "let us suffer en famille and avoid letting foreigners think we have invented...
...HOPE PRESENTS THE CHRYSLER THEATER (NBC, 8:30-9:30 p.m.). A story about a bartender who decides to sell the tavern and marry the hat-check girl; with Lee J. Cobb and Gena Rowlands...
Lincoln's only guard was drinking at a nearby tavern when Booth struck. While the audience cheered and hooted over a slapstick line in the play ("Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal-you sockdologizimg old mantrap"), Booth slipped into the box. With a shout of "Sic semper tyrannis! [Thus always to tyrants!] " he fired a shot from his derringer into the back of Lincoln's head. He slashed his way past Lincoln's companion leaped ten feet to the stage and, with a broken shinbone' hurtled himself past startled...
...wintry night in 1699, in a rain-lashed Venetian tavern, a young artist named Marco Ricci killed a gondolier who had slighted his paintings. Had it not been for this murder, argue some Italian historians, 18th century Venetian landscape painting might never have thrived as it did. To keep Ricci from the law, his Uncle Sebastiano packed the young hothead off to Dalmatia, where the wild landscape inflamed his imagination. After the heat was off in Venice, which took four years, he returned, and his painting began to give new life to the coloristic Venetian tradition that had seemed over...