Word: underworld
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...scouring of the subversive underworld, rawboned Martin Dies of Texas, First Whip of the Red Hunting pack, never put on the stand a real, live, honest-to-goodness Communist. At his House Committee on Un-American Activities hearing last week in Washington he could have reached out and touched one: wispy, unobtrusive Earl Browder, general secretary (at $40 a week) of the Communist Party, its 1936 Presidential candidate...
Callers on District Attorney Dewey last week were J. Richard ("Dixie") Davis, underworld lawyer whose "squealing" testimony won the Hines case for Dewey, and Hope Dare, the redheaded showgirl, long his mistress, whom he married last fortnight. After posing protrusively for newscameras, Davis, whom Dewey detectives still guard night & day, denied helping Dewey try to find Lepke, complained: "Everybody is looking for Lepke and finding me! I want to go away with Hope to some small town and write fiction...
...hours later police caught the seven murderers driving the Major's car into Madrid. One hundred more suspects were rounded up from the neighborhood of the crime. The authorities stated that they had uncovered a nest of conspirators recruited "from the most sinister Marxist underworld" who called themselves "The Clan of Class Vengeance with Blood." Major Gabaldon's name was claimed to be merely one on a coded "death list" of Franco officers...
Smooth persuasion comes easily to bullnecked, six-foot, 252-pound Jack Bilbo. He was trained in the world's highest powered school of dialectic, the Chicago underworld. Jack Hugo Baruch was born 32 years ago in Berlin, schooled in The Hague, went to the U. S. at 16. In Manhattan he was a Shubert office boy and manager of Manhattan's Bijou Theatre before he changed his name to Bilbo, went to Chicago and fell in with gangster Al Capone in 1926. How close he was to Scarface Al is a moot question. There is no record that...
Tell No Tales (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer). A fine Negro wake and a good bit by Gene Lockhart as a gambler, stuck in a stale story about a crusading editor (Melvyn Douglas) who confounds the underworld...