Word: boulevard
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...straightaway, flashlights ready to blink at the first sign of police. The first few cars took off with a roar, sped down the highway at 60, 70, 100 miles an hour. They ripped along two abreast, made oncoming motorists scurry to the side of the road. The boulevard's residents took one resigned look and telephoned the police...
...squad cars sirened into the boulevard. The speedsters roared away in all directions, careering through side streets and bumping across empty fields with gnashing gears and wide-open throttles. As usual, police caught only a handful...
Colored folks in the sad and seedy rooming houses around Talman Avenue and West Washington Boulevard on Chicago's West Side had long since decided what to do about Ernest Craig: call the cops. Craig, a tall 28-year-old Negro with a thin mustache, a hard eye and a wild laugh, was a bad man to mess around with. He kept a collection of pistols in the two rooms he occupied in a run-down corner house and he was always firing them off or leaning out the windows and pointing them at people...
...four years. Whole new villages have sprung from its brown plains, some lush and expensive, others as starkly laid out as well-planned graveyards, all equipped with their own highly colored, glass-heavy shops and markets. Enormous, gleaming new branch department stores have sprung up, not only along Wilshire Boulevard's fabulous Miracle Mile, but in virtually every suburban area. A city ordinance requires that new stores have parking lots; most are as big as football fields...
Within an hour the crowd had swollen to more than 5,000. In the park along bustling Grand Boulevard busy teen-age gangs hunted down Negroes. Others climbed into trucks and circled the park, looking for more targets. One Negro managed to seize a club from his attackers, flailed away in wall-eyed fear, with blood oozing through his shirt front. When police finally reached him, the crowd hooted with glee. "He must have a skull like a rock," said one 16-year-old. "I kicked him twice in the head myself...