Word: bullet
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Store owners patched up bullet holes, erased the scars of fire and reopened their shops after a week-long general strike...
Died. Erich von Stroheim, 71, oldtime bullet-headed movie menace (Grand Illusion, Five Graves to Cairo) and pioneer writer-director of realistic films (Blind Husbands, 1919; Foolish Wives, 1922; Greed, 1925); of cancer; in his villa at Maurepas, outside Paris. After seven years as an officer in the Austrian cavalry, Vienna-born Erich Oswald Hans Carl Maria Stroheim von Nordenwall came to the U.S. in 1909, drifted to Hollywood (1912) and, with his Prussian strut, cropped head and monocle, lodged firmly in the public mind (viz. D. W. Griffith's Hearts of the World) during World...
...police got anything on him), joined Big Jim Colosimo in Chicago as chief triggerman in 1910, gathered the reins of vice (bribery, brothels, bootleggers) into his own hands when Colosimo was rubbed out (in 1920, perhaps by Torrio), escaped erasure (but lost part of his chin) in a 1925 bullet riddling, and left for New York, where he later ran an outfit acquiring Government revenue stamps for bottles of cut whisky. In 1939 Torrio was jailed for 2½ years for income-tax evasion, settled in Brooklyn after his release and lived until the end in obscurity as a real...
Said "torpedo" had emerged from a long black Cadillac whose lights were out. "Torpedo" watched Costello turn some fifteen feet in front of him, and then fired one shot from his .38 at Costello's head. The bullet entered Costello's head beneath his ear, wriggled through skin for a short distance, and emerged without having touched the bone. Then the real trouble began...
...taxied last week from a quiet on-the-town evening to his apartment house on Manhattan's Central Park West. In the building's vestibule an ill-wisher met Costello, plunked one .38 slug into his head at ten-foot range, departed in a black Cadillac. The bullet, a hatband-guided missile, burrowed like a chigger in a short curve underneath Costello's scalp, and came out at the other side of his head without even nicking his skull. At week's end 60 detectives had poor prospects of finding the bungling gunman before he himself...