Word: woode
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Sparing neither velvet draperies, nor soft polish on exotic wood, nor white silk for the crapshooters' dinner jackets, the new casinos of Havana rate as the hemisphere's most alluring and elegant. Says a dice man in the deep-carpeted gaming room of the Hotel Nacional: "We are getting bigger bets than Las Vegas. All the real big Eastern crapshooters are coming down here to take a crack at us." And for all the real big Eastern hoods, running Havana gambling looks to be this winter's richest bonanza. Last week Manhattan District Attorney Frank Hogan dropped...
...time to remind the best man about the "Keepsake rings" before a bonging of bells led into a plug for Jan Murray's Treasure Hunt. After a cantor's blessing and wish for "health, happiness and togetherness," the bride and groom moved out of the canvas-and-wood chapel set, and a little cartoon man popped on-screen and chanted: "Alka-Seltzer, speedy Alka-Seltzer, bound to please you, take it for relief." In the "reception room" the announcer intoned: "Let me show you some of your wedding gifts: I'm sure you'll find nothing...
Back in the Texas of the 1890s, when the pen was not always mightier than the six-shooter, Editor William Cowper Brann grew so bitter about sham and injustice that he longed for "a language whose words are coals of juniper-wood, whose sentences are woven with a warp of aspics' fangs and woof of fire." The language came so naturally that in three years of publishing in Waco, then a town of 25,000, he built a phenomenal worldwide circulation of 120,000 for his one-man monthly Iconoclast. It also tore Waco into feuding factions, got Brann...
Married. Natalie Wood (real name: Natasha Gurdin). 19 pert, petite cineminx (Kings Go Forth) known as "the teen-ager"; and brown-haired Cinemale (the "bobby-soxer's delight") Robert (Prince Valiant) Wagner, 27; in Scottsdale, Ariz...
...believe it, but I was young. I was proud. I went out on the great intellectual grunion-run, and I was diverted. I wandered through the alley-ways and knocked on brown-wood doors, and was admitted. Once inside, I watched the men speak lines and gesticulate, and somehow failed to understand. Beside a soundless stage my doubt played the part of a fool, incapable, strutting in a stupid pride, mute, dead, responding to a pair of strings attached to twitching thumbs...