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On December 4, 1964, New York state Senator-elect ROBERT F. KENNEDY… See also Mom Slothrop’s Letter to Ambassador Kennedy and the 1860 edition of Leaves of Grass.  

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A fat blond beast of a desk sergeant throwing himself at the feet of a thin, crippled, red-haired lush worker: sparse red hair, the junky gray felt hat which leaves a line on his forehead when he takes it off– it is that tight. So thos cop comes down from the rostrum of his desk […]

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Schoolgirls for Mob Criminals By the time her old man found Mary she was hard as nails and twice as tough, she didn’t like it for nuts. I could hear them yelling back and forth from the next room, and a couple of times I looked through the keyhole and watched them. The old man […]

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Friday, April 25- 1913 My peaches sweet: Wednesday night I went to dine Laura Jean Libbey. She didn’t know me from Adam’s off ox and all the while (I went with a newspaper friend) called me Mr. Caeser, which I refused to correct or allow to be corrected. Short, stout, red headed (brick red), genial, […]

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DESCENT ON A DISORDERLY HOUSE— A FILTHY DEN— Sergeant Crafts of the 42d Precinct, with officers Pearce and Price, made a descent last night upon a disorderly house kept by a woman named Elia O’Conner at the rear of the house No. 77 York street, and arrested three women of bad repute, named Jane Morrison, Bridget […]

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Can’t Buy Zoot Suits Any More But Many Try, Say Boro Tailors “They are outlawed, and you can’t buy ‘em more.” That’s what Myrtle Ave. tailors and clothiers have to say of the once in-demand zoot suits. The War Production Board has turned thumbs down on the patch pocket and the flowing back variety of […]

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From the get-go, Birdland became one of his favorite haunts. He always went to the 52nd Street club alone. He’d pay two dollars to the cashier at the bottom of the stairs after hassling with a midget-spade about his proof of age, and stand at the bar or sit in the gallery and drink Cutty […]

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When I was child, Brownsville existed in a large enclave, the outer borders of which I was only dimly aware. Surrounded by the Negro violence of the Bedford-Stuyvesant district, the Nazi “gemutchlichkeit” of Ridgewood, the Slavic solemnity of East New York, the middle-class gentility of East Flatbush and the garbage dumps of Canarsie, Brownsville was […]

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The courtroom now turns into four o’clock on Christmas afternoon 1986 on Seventeenth Street in Park Slope. Bill Laux, of 510 Seventeenth Street, was down the block at a friend’s house when his wife, Dottie Laux, called and told him to come home fo Christmas dinner. At this hour they were cooking up and down […]

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About 1 p.m. , at a given signal, a heavy cannonade was opened, and continued for about two hours with marked effect upon the enemy. His batteries replied vigorously at first, but toward the close their fire slackened perceptibly, and General Longstreet ordered forward the column of attack, consisting of Pickett’s and Heth’s divisions, in […]

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