Word: gang
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...unmistakably, she heard another sound she had also been half-listening for: the harsh roar of shotgun fire. She rushed to the front porch, found two men twitching in a gumbo of blood. One was her brother Roger ("The Terrible") Touhy, 61. notorious survivor of Chicago's Prohibition gang wars, who had been paroled just 22 days earlier from Illinois' Stateville Penitentiary; he died* an hour later on a hospital operating table. The other man, critically wounded, was Walter Miller, 62, a retired police sergeant who was Touhy's friend and bodyguard...
...Chicago circuit judge), directed the case of The People of the State of Illinois v. Roger Touhy, and won Roger Touhy's undying enmity. Through two long, sensational trials and until his death, Touhy claimed that the kidnap rap was a frame-up by the Capone gang and corrupt officials to put him away permanently. His sentence: 99 years...
...contrast to his classic, gang-style death, Roger Touhy was buried quietly, with no flowers, no eulogies, in Mount Carmel Cemetery, known as the Boot Hill of gangsters. Near by are the tombs of Frank ("The Enforcer") Nitti and Paul ("Needle Nose") La Briola. Dion O'Banion is also buried there, and near the Touhy plot is a grave site reserved for Anthony ("Tough Tony") Accardo, kingpin of Chicago's rackets, and present unchallenged boss of the Capone...
...even a second-half appearance by balding Forty-Niner Quarterback Y. A. Tittle, still gimpy from an earlier Colt game, could save the day against a gang-tackling Colt defense led by massive (6 ft. 4 in., 240 Ibs.) Gino Marchetti. Final score: Colts 34, Forty-Niners 14. The victory at the least assured the Colts a first-place tie, setting up the prospect of another classic clash for the pro championship between Baltimore and the New York Giants, who won the Eastern Conference title by routing the Cleveland Browns...
...when most men are put out to pasture, Hall still operates like a one-man gang, working seven days a week, making the decisions, supervising every aspect of his business. "I used to think." says the lean, balding Midwesterner, "that when I got old, I would not work such long hours, but here I am." He approves every idea, each sugary line on each card in his huge assortment. He keeps constant tab on the profit sharing, health insurance, hours and pay of his some 5.000 employees, even inspects the food served in the company cafeteria. When he rejects something...