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He [Sherwood Anderson] was very unsure of himself; that is why he was never in a hurry with anybody, for it takes a long time to understand– or to misunderstand– people. He never had the American “busy” malady. Nor had Dreiser; if you wanted to see him, he always asked you to come over right […]

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There are five trash towns in greater New York, five garbage heaps of Tofeth. A foul, thick wafter of iron and cement covers primeval America, beneath which cry the ghosts of the crane, the mallard, the gray and white brants, the elk and the fallow deer. A broken obelisk at Crocodopolis has stood in one […]

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Lee Sing and Miss Liberty Produce Patriotic Chop Suey Lee Wong Sing took a walk Sunday and, thanks to his own restless spirit, thanks to the Fourth of July, and thanks to the burning patriotism of the reporters at Brooklyn Police Headquarters, it landed him on the front pages today. Lee Wong Sing is 11 […]

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In winter the ashen stucco houses shaped like Camel cigarette-boxes squat before the Bensonhurst bay-mist. Bensonhurst, low, flat, rheumatic marshland, is a realtor’s reclamation project. Many of the streets which may be compared to the booming oil cities of the Oklahoma country seem to have sprung up over night. The houses are a makeshift stage-setting […]

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Boys, 9 and 10 Years Old, Are Arrested as Burglars Police Accuse Them of Stealing Jewelry Worth $500 From Brooklyn Dwelling Two of the youngest burglary suspects wih whom Broolyn police ever had to deal were arrested yesterday and charged with entering the home of John Bliss, at 935 St. Mark’s Avenue. The first prisoner […]

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Held For Masquerading As A Soldier Twenty-two-year-old James Legosso, a “soldier” long a familiar figure in the Fort Hamilton section, will explain in Flatbush Court today why the cap and button insignia on his uniform belonged to a marine uniform, why sleeve chevrons indicated a sergeant major’s rank and where he got three medals which […]

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Such are the compensations of poverty to see— like an electric fungus sprung from its own effulgence of intercircled jewelry reflected on the pavement like a reliquary sedan-chair, out of a legend, dumped there, before a ten-cent cinema, a sugar-coated box office enjail a Goddess aglitter, in her runt of a tower with a ritual […]

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In winter the ashen stucco houses shaped like Camel cigarette-boxes squat before the Bensonhurst bay-mist. Bensonhurst, low, flat, rheumatic marshland, is a realtor’s reclamation project. Many of the streets which may be compared to the booming oil cities of the Oklahoma country seem to have sprung up over night. The houses are a makeshift stage-setting […]

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It’s been the same every August 22, or at least since then Brooklyn Borough President Sebastian Leone decreed it so in 1976: John Cazale Day! Less than two years later, the great actor was dead: the bone cancer. Director Sidney Lumet (b. 1924, and greatest maker of Brooklyn fims in the sound era*), the once […]

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(Or, The Education, & Dinner, of Caz Dolowicz) Street Dude: What you doing on our turf, punk? Caz Dolowicz: I got a rainbow for Smokey. Dude: Give it to me. Caz: You Smokey, man? Dude: Gimme it! Caz: If you ain’t Smokey, it’s not your motherfucking rainbow. Dude: Motherfucker I said gimme the rainbow. Caz: […]

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