Word: brashness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Legend. In fact, it was two of them. Legend No. i was the only great U. S. war epic-the War between the States-told from the Southern side. Legend No. 2 was the heroic and unhappy love story of two people who were strong, brutal, brash, realistic, American enough to survive Legend No. i. Like all good legends, these were told without subtlety, subjective shadings, probings or questionings, its characters were instantly recognizable types. Scarlett's "I won't think of it now, I'll think of it tomorrow" was a catch line. Whatever...
...brash ones died. Colosimo and O'Banion had been too brash. So was Hymie Weiss. Weiss was shot down several months later in front of the Holy Name Cathedral on Superior Street. Others died in doorways, in telephone booths, in alleys, in bed, at the wheels of their expensive cars. In the decade there were 4,242 homicides on the blotter of the Chicago police alone, most of them unsolved. But nobody shot Capone...
...Brooklyn boy was not brash. He was smart, and a coward. It was a healthy combination. Johnny Torrio was shot up and fled. The last of the opposition, remnants of the O'Banion gang, were ambushed in a Clark Street garage on St. Valentine's Day in 1929, machine-gunned...
Wearily the Athenia' s passengers told their stories to reporters whose questions were not brash or prying. What was there to tell? Yes, it was a submarine. There was a terrific shock, the lights went out, the tables in the dining room slid across the floor, women screamed and children began to cry-people were just lighting cigarets, just finishing coffee after dinner, just reaching for something to read-there was heroism, as always, and panic, as always; there was a man who stole a Minneapolis girl's flashlight and a few members of the crew who crowded...
...products, they rode to see Shirley Temple in The Little Princess. They bought lottery tickets in the tobacco shops. The best people still went to lunch at 2:30 and dragged it out until 6, sipped Kimmel at the streamlined Cafe Adria, laughed heartily over Geneva, a play by brash old Bernard Shaw about three dictators named Herr Battler, Signer Bombardone and General Flanco...