Our suburbs are under the plow, Our scaffolds are raw in the sun; We’re drunk and disorderly now, BUT— ‘Twill be a great place when it’s done -Arthur Guiterman, “New York,” “Ballads of Old New York”, 1920 To say that Arthur Guiterman was one of the most prolific and talented poets of his generation would [...]
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The year was 1935. Babe Ruth, the Bambino, was reveling in the twilight of his fame. The Sultan of Swat, the King of Swing, the Colossus Of Crash had seen better days. Years of hard living and several automobile accidents had taken their toll, but the Babe could still draw a crowd—and the racially diverse [...]
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