Word: trailing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sneering bookie was a little man named Harry Gross. The trail that led him to this courtroom fiasco went back ten years to a spot on Brooklyn's Church Avenue. Gross, then a rookie bookie, was furtively taking a bet off a customer when a plainclothes policeman came up. "You're a sucker for cheating this way," said the cop. Cheating, Gross found, meant breaking the law without paying off the cops. He stopped cheating, and by 1950 was the "Mr. G." of Brooklyn gambling, operating 35 places with 400 employees, handling $20 million a year, handing...
...chewed cigar. In 1938, after John L. Lewis led the C.I.O. out of the A.F.L., he said his new union "has made it perfectly safe for the A.F.L. to come along and gather up the butcher and the baker and the candle-stickmaker ... All they need to do is trail along . . . behind the C.I.O. and we will keep the wind off them...
...Hong Kong money changer, who owed the police a little reward for past favors, talked. From Hong Kong the trail led to Manila, and grew hotter; once a jeep full of Tommy-gun-toting men ran Ogden to the curb and almost did him in. Finally, in the dusty villages outside Manila, he and Filipino intelligence agents discovered the grassroots base of the racket...
...robbing his intellect of "fresh and erratic blooms." Nature has become to him "a lost Eden." It is Ussher's hope that Jew and gentile may fashion an intellectual merger of their complementary talents. Too much the speculative philosopher to say exactly how, Ussher does leave a gentle trail of hints. The Jews, he implies, might take less heed of the Talmud's warning ("Go not near the Grecian wisdom-it has no fruit but only blossoms") and flavor their love of practical purpose with a dash of the gentile gift for the fanciful. Gentiles, on the other...
...banked sharply to the left. Bridgeman was on his own. With bare hands (no gloves for this critical job), he flicked four switches in quick sequence. Each switch fired a rocket chamber. They made a curious sound-a "bloof" and a "schplunk," as Bridgeman describes it. A trail of dense white vapor streamed out from the tail. Ten seconds after the drop, Bridgeman was speeding faster than sound. He did not even feel this "passing through the fence...