Word: traffice
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Traffic in Souls, a 1913 five-reeler about white slavery, was New York-born Harry Cohn's first picture. Returning 79 times its $5,700 cost, it taught him that 1) big money could be made from a small investment and 2) "the public wants sex." In 1920, with brother Jack and Joe Brandt, he founded the C.B.C. Company, forerunner of Columbia, on an initial outlay of $250. After the Cohns had bought out Brandt's interest in 1929, Harry took over as president...
...border area. Tunisia is unlikely to accept any such proposal. With 70,000 men, the F.L.N.'s army is one of the biggest in the Arab world, far overshadows the 6,200 lightly armed soldiers of the Tunisian army. If Bourguiba now agrees to help France end the traffic across the Tunisian-Algerian frontier, the F.L.N. and its Tunisian sympathizers could, and perhaps would, run him and his government out of office...
...usual straight dashes down the tide-smoothed sands of Daytona Beach, the association concocted its 1958 stock-model performance tests as a yardstick of automobile safety, based them on qualities that the average driver needs in the average car during an average turn at the wheel: maneuverability in downtown traffic and passing ability on the open highway...
...sailed helplessly across the finish line, scattering spectators with a steady wail of its horn. Winner was Professional Driver Mel Larson, 28, who tooled his 1958 Plymouth Savoy down the course so skillfully that he never kissed a course marker, never crossed a white line marking the 11-ft. traffic lanes. In second place: Pro Joe Weatherly, who brought his Ford Ranchero home less than 2 sec. behind Larson...
...gutter to retch quietly for a moment then loudly rejoining the buoyant inebriated throng, they totter off toward the campus or a cafe where they can calm down with a cup of coffee. The fraternal transport is now at its beatific height. Arm in arm they reel indifferent to traffic or the piercing cold; one lifts his hands to the frigid heavens and races down the street backwards, his scarf and topcoat wildly flapping in the wind, crying out in ecstasy, "Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord. Lord!" The unbroken tension of weeks--of a year and a half for some...