Word: wolfs
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Envoi: He was a two-gun man. He was called a gypsy for his capaciousness. He divided his time (when he was not shooting people) between his mother, his beautiful Japanese wife, his many sweethearts. A real mujeriego (wolf), it took him only a few days to bring any woman under the spell of his green eyes. For fun he liked to shoot at the jars carried on the lovely heads of Sinaloa maidens, sportively drenching them with water. Only once did he ever miss. He killed a girl instead of hitting the daisy she was putting in her hair...
Sucker's game or not, thousands of betters are playing it for all they are worth. For such places as Sammy Wolf's cigar store and betting commission house on North Clark Street near the river, Chicago's busiest betting spot, it is a post-racing bonanza. The average Saturday night handle at Sammy's runs about $100,000. On one side of the shop is a Western Union ticker machine, its burden of basketball, hockey and fight results magnified on a moving screen. On the opposite side, half-time and final basketball results are chalked...
Although they have caught on fast, the converted horse players are not without their complaints. Croaked one of Sammy Wolf's converts last week: "This basketball, it gives them all heart trouble. Ya see, a horse race, it starts, then bing, it's over in a few seconds. But the basketball starts, and boom, one team makes a basket. Boom, the second team makes a basket. Boom, the first team makes a basket. And this goes on for an hour. I tell ya, they're all getting heart trouble...
...said to be alkalied when "they knowed all the lizards by their first names, except the younger set." A young fellow, or a small man, was said to be fryin' size. When the cowboy got drunk he liked to have everyone know it - he said he cut his wolf loose. Once four young cowpunchers rode their horses into a New Mexico saloon where an Eastern drummer was having a drink. When the drummer complained to the bartender that the horses jostled him, the bartender snorted, "What the hell y'u doin' in here afoot, anyhow?" When...
...wheel - five cartridges in their guns. Some - mighty unpopular - "were so tough they'd growed horns and was haired over." Their gun battles were called corpse and cartridge occasions', the aftermath "looked like beef day at an Injun agency." A bad man was a curly wolf, a bandido, cat-eyed, or just a plain killer. Sometimes a curly wolf could stay on the dodge, among the willows, or lookin' over his shoulder for quite a spell. But once caught, his fate was sealed. With a rope around his neck he was hung up to dry, or exalted...