Word: thrill
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...this bit once--this eight to midnight grind with weekends off. So on Friday you tie one on and talk about it for a week and call it excitement. Big thrill! It's a cream-puff world with less kicks than a bird-bath swim, and you make it a shell game and like...
...present indulges only in low-life wickedness. The thrill is gone, and little grey-haired adolescents--half-men--have overrun the Yard. A case in point: Class Day Exercises...
...small-town boy with big ideas, Johnny was a preening gigolo, brushed his black hair thick and wavy, wore his shiny silk shirts open all the way down to his navel. He was also the fast-buck type, who, police well knew, built his bankroll by making time with thrill-seeking wealthy women, borrowed their money, rarely paid it back. Lana took Johnny in tow, paid his bills, flashed around the town on his muscular arm. When she flew to London last September to make a new picture, she and Johnny exchanged impassioned love letters...
...That'll Be a Snap." The thrill murder of 14-year-old Bobby Franks looms over the whole book, but its only account is left to Mystery Master Erie Stanley Gardner, who provides the book's pompous introduction. Leopold begins his story hours after the deed, and this section is the most fascinating in the book. A few days after the murder, Leopold went out with his girl, and she read him Lamartine. There are other tantalizing and incongruous glimpses of Leopold's cozy Chicago background. His family called him "Babe"; his aunt was "Birdie"; Richard Loeb...
...Thrill-Killer Prisoner 9306-D for 33 years, six months and two days walked nervously from Illinois' Stateville penitentiary one day last week. Trim in a prison-made blue suit, paroled Nathan Leopold Jr., 53, took the arm of Lawyer Elmer Gertz, pushed his way to five microphones set up on a nearby road, and over shouts and shutter clicks read a statement to 100-odd newsmen and photographers: "I beg, I beseech you ... to grant me a gift almost as precious as freedom itself-a gift without which freedom ceases to have much value-the gift of privacy...