Word: trolley
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Hughes in the late '20s wanted a private ticker of his own in his Ambassador Hotel suite. As Phelan tells it, Dietrich ingeniously got around regulations against such a personal installation. He rented a downtown office, had a ticker legally put in there. Then he discovered that a trolley line to the Ambassador had some unused insulators on the poles and that he could get a private line strung on them at 250 a year per insulator...
...wouldn't break regulations. So I rented an office on Figueroa, near Seventh, where there was a line, and had a ticker-tape installed there ... I drove down there in the middle of the night and laid this whole thing from Figueroa in downtown Los Angeles along the trolley power line to my room at the Ambassador Hotel . . . But I got the terminals reversed, and this immediately showed up on the Western Union Board-a red light flashing-and so they sent over a couple of workmen to the Figueroa Street office that I'd rented ... They found...
Senescent Saint "Tell me, do you think your old man has slipped his trolley-that he belongs in a laughing academy?" The old man is Joseph P. Kotcher. the academy is an old folks home, and the question is rhetorical. In Kotch, Walter Matthau plays a septuagenarian of shrewd independence; he has no intention of fading slowly into the sunset years. Because, among other offenses, he leaves the toilet seat up, Kotcher is eased out of his son's bickering household in Los Angeles and takes off for the Northwest, sightseeing and being lovable. Mostly being lovable. Wiping children...
...five soldiers leap over the closed trolley doors and pile into a departing car which, by coincidence, carries the Honorable Strom Thurmond (R-S. C.). "Let me introduce our motley crew," Redden says quickly, reaching over the glass divider. "We're what you might call cannon fodder. We're the ones you send to get shot up over there, and they say you're a hot, so why don't you do something about getting this war ended...
Crazy Chris fires up and blurts out, "Senator, we ain't got any honor left," but by this time, the trolley has stopped, and Thurmond is escaping down one corridor, as Chotner heads off down the other. "F. Edward Herbert (D-La.), that's the cat we want," he says, scanning the directory near the elevator...