Word: wanna
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Nash Rambler showroom, salesmen quickly took customers into their confidence: "Wanna see a beaut? This one here goes for twenty-seven seventy-nine." Pointing out an auto wtih a color scheme that included beige and a muddy violet, the dealer said, "I call this one brown monotone, you see, 'cause it's all different shades of brown." In response to a question on the number of miles per gallon the little Nash Metropolitan got, he admitted, "Actually you get 34 miles to the gallon. They claim a little more...
...weapon, one protested without a break in gum-chewing rhythm: "I didn't have no weapon. I just had a knife and one of them .22-caliber things." Why was one inmate beaten up? "He was not too popular. He was classified as a rat if you wanna put it that way." Governor Clyde, standing shoulder-deep in convicts, agreed that the grievances were "submitted in sincerity" and "they'll be considered." As the camera pulled back, a convict muttered something inaudible, and the broadcast ended with this exchange...
...Wanna Build a Boat? Then there is the case of ten-year-old Billy, who today would be in the sixth grade but in Caudill's future school is in something called the 27th Self-Improvement Level. Billy and his dad, it seems, want to build a boat. "A project is set up which involves much subject matter-reading, writing, spelling, science, mathematics, and even music-based on the theme, 'Making a boat.' " Finally a Learning Lab is prepared, and when dad's vacation rolls around, he joins his son-and possibly his daughter...
...bluejacket staggered through the thick odor and the rude sounds of the old port of Naples. A ragged urchin tugged and chanted at him: "You wanna girl, mister? I gotta my sister for you. Come on, Joe! Cheap!" the sailor pulled away, then slumped drunkenly to the sidewalk. Mouse-quick, the eight-year-old tried to grab the sailor's wallet, but the sailor weakly pushed him away. Unable to roll the man, the urchin sped away to sell him: in Naples bigger urchins pay 500 lire, perhaps 1,000 lire, for news of a likely victim to beat...
Still the "Paycock." Yet there is precious little laughter in the four short stories with which O'Casey ends his book. Each of the tales pictures a helpless bit of humanity fluttering in the cage of need. Best of the lot is I Wanna Woman, in which a young Londoner, whose girl friend fails to keep a date, spends the night with a Piccadilly prostitute and wakes to a racking hangover of disgust and remorse...