Word: bronx
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...years ago a native found a baby giant panda, replete with tender bamboo shoots, logily sitting on a log, bagged her, sold her to U.S. rarity-trappers. Third of the seven live pandas to enter the U.S., the five-week-old Bei-Shung (white bear) became Pandora of The Bronx Zoo. In her cage she prowled and played and delicately nibbled asparagus tips, a conscious comic who put even sophisticates in stitches with her improvised routines...
...even talked about the other Florida. But a great many people lived in it. In downtown Miami, on the inner streets of Miami Beach, in many a haven of the sane which boasted none of their expensive fantasies, life was simply transplanted for a while from Brooklyn and The Bronx, from the stores, the shops, the offices, the farms, the homes of Wisconsin, Kansas, Illinois, Missouri. It was life in rooming houses, tourist camps, family apartments, hotels rated for thrifty folk who could walk, drive or ride in public busses to public beaches, do their fishing from bridges and public...
...have a home in several museums, not to speak of two entirely separate foundations, one known as the Museum of the American Indian . . . and the other a sort of branch of this institution known as the Heye Foundation, occupying a large area in an utterly unsuitable location in The Bronx. I have passed the Bronx institution frequently and at all hours, and have never yet seen anyone go in or come...
Claiming to be pleased with most responses, Berlin admitted a few had been critical. Cracked a Nazi commentator on a short-wave show: "The boys around the New York clothing district, as well as up in The Bronx, cabled us a delightful assortment of colloquial messages, which were more fun than a traveling circus. Some of their cables contained a rather amazing mixture of good American slang, fairly bad German and excellent Yiddish...
...vowed that some day she would sing in his opera. Well she sang it, but she postured in stained-glass attitudes, walked in the gait of a woman trying out an unfamiliar wooden leg. Singing at her lover from a parapet, Soprano Moore pounded the scenery like a Bronx housewife pounding a counter, raised a cloud of dust that cruelly dispelled the mood of the moment. Obviously the Metropolitan needed not only more conductors like Guest Montemezzi, but also a good duster-wielding housekeeper...