Word: zealots
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Died. William Eugene ("Pussyfoot") Johnson, 82, genial, world-famed prohibition zealot; of a bladder ailment; in Binghamton, N.Y. No fainthearted saint, Boozebuster Johnson admittedly lied, bribed, even downed drinks to pile up evidence against the Demon Rum. Appointed by Theodore Roosevelt in 1906 to combat bootlegging in Indian Territory (now Oklahoma), he got 4,400 convictions, lost five deputies, shot. On a teetotaling world tour in 1919, he cheerfully lost an eye but won admirers in a free-for-all slugfest with unregenerate London tipplers. Quiescent since 1929, Crusader Johnson once confessed: "The more I talked, the wetter the country...
...dark-eyed jazz zealot named Marili Morden, proprietor of Hollywood's Jazz Man Record Shop, who finally found the Kid. He had been working in the mail room of Los Angeles' Sante Fe railway station. For nine years his trombone had been collecting dust, but he had not lost the old tailgate technique...
...Zealot Morden got him a job on Orson Welles's radio program. Then, with the help of Washington's 27-year-old Nesuhi Ertegun, erudite, diminutive son of the late Turkish Ambassador, she founded the Crescent Record Co. Zealot Ertegun is passionately certain that New Orleans jazz is a genuine art form, and America's chief contribution to culture. His most obvious reason for founding the company was to get the Kid back on wax. (Ory's 1921 Sunshine recordings-Ory's Creole Trombone, Society Blues-were probably the first Negro-made records...
Shut Up. Bernard Haggin, an angular musical zealot who looks a decade younger than his 44 years, has been a New Yorker from his lower East Side boyhood, through the College of the City of New York, to his present upper West Side hideaway. There he keeps a super-phonograph, whose sensitive entrails are always getting out of whack, and a Mason & Hamlin, which he has been known to play for bosom friends. On paper he has no facility whatever, but by main strength has made himself a writer of exceptional pith and clarity (Music On Records, A Book...
Chicago's anti-vivisectionists were at it again last week. This time the stew began with the usual alarms in the Hearst press and swung into the usual argument between Irene Castle McLaughlin and the city's scientists. One zealot wrote an anonymous letter to the University of Chicago's distinguished professor emeritus of physiology, Dr. Anton Julius Carlson, head of the Illinois Society for the Protection of Medical Research. The letter called him a "butcher" and said that "as surely as there are skies above, we will get you. . . . The police can't watch over...