Word: taximan
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...given the winner's glinting gold cup: "I am more than delighted for the horse rather than myself. He's such a gallant fellow and has such a beautiful temperament. . . ." Mrs. John Daniel Hertz, owner of Reigh Count, wife of Chicago's onetime Yellow Taximan, said: "Reigh Count ran a great race. He was beaten by a better horse. But oh, it has been well worth while bringing him to England...
...going to whittle." The other tale: A taxi-driver drew up at the White House with an inquiring look. The President, just coming out, nodded. Off his seat leaped the taxi-driver and opened his taxi door. President Coolidge paid no heed. A detective told the taximan that the President's nod had merely been a greeting, not a summons.. . . Next day, walking with his detectives, President Coolidge ejaculated: "Say, do you think that taxi driver was disappointed...
...bird instinct," but is achieved by knowledge of a few fundamentals of airplane construction and air behavior, by practice in a dual-controlled ship. Then a pilot develops co-ordinations of his nerve centres which enable him to handle his controls automatically, like a policeman on a motorcycle, a taximan...
...Sullivan's offerings discuss everything from pants buttons to prohibition. He writes Nat Luxenberg and Bros, deeply offended because they failed to invite him to their sale. He contributes a scholarly monograph on the mashing situation in New York. He writes thrillingly of "The Unique Hold-Up of a Taximan's Pants." And never for a moment is he serious, even inadvertently. He sometimes fails also to be funny, but not for lack of trying. It is that straining for effect that is Mr. Sullivan's chief fault. We are led to feel that the author is trying very, very...
...Brooklyn last month John Seles, butcher, was held up and robbed of $40 in his small store. Last week, Taximan John Kirschner entered the store, stood behind Butcher Seles, cried, "Hands up! Get into the ice box!" Butcher Seles whirled, drove his cleaver through the base of Mr. Kirschner's skull, though neck muscles and three large veins. Hospitalized, close to death, Mr. Kirschner said, "I was only fooling." No whit penitent, Butcher Seles said, " A joke, eh? What a joke, I'd say! . . . Yes, his wife, she's a customer...