the sordid, abnormal love affair of Martha Beck & Raymond Fernandez

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Who came to witness the trial? Perhaps there were a few serious students, interested in the processes of law. But in large they were plump, middle-aged or elderly women seeking vicarious sex thrills from the spectacle of the two unglamorous lovers on trial for their lives. During the recesses most of them pretended to be shocked at what they had deliberately come to hear; while some openly admitted they thought Fernandez “handsome,” “wonderful,” “so virile,” or “just like Charles Boyer.” Before and during the trial, Raymond’s mail was heavy with letters from this same type of woman, beseeching him to call on them if he should escape the electric chair, openly offering their bodies, quite shamelessly proposing marriage to the man who had already married bigamously a half-dozen or more times. Martha, too, had her share of fan mail and, like that addressed to Raymond, it was composed either of indecent suggestions or proposals of marriage. The woman who felt that no man would want her, had she by some miracle escaped electrocution or imprisonment, might have had her choice of husbands among a score of psychopaths.

"ask your preacher about Jungle Music"

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Spearheading the drive against rock 'n' roll, the "New York Daily News," claiming that man-size riots have followed rock 'n' roll from "puritanical Boston to julep-loving Georgia," accuses record-makers and disc jockeys of "pandering to the worst juvenile taste." "long suffering adults" it says, ''have finally revolted against the screech music that has been shattering their eardrums for more than a year." It recommends "a crack-down on riotous rock 'n' roll," which it labels ''a barrage of primitive, jungle-beat rhythm set to lyrics which few adults would care to hear." The program which the "News" sponsors includes banning all teenagers from dancing in public without the written consent of their parents, also a midnight curfew for all minors.

"So what? You think he oughta join the Boy Scouts?"

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Pepe was monotonously obscene in his speech. He discussed sex in the coarsest terms and with an almost sadistic glee. He scoffed at the welfare houses, the community centres, the Church, and "all the dopey bastards who want to reform us." He hated the police with such uncontrolled fury that he said, "Every time I see a nab I want to stick a shank in his back." His vocabulary was extremely limited. He used the same slang words and phrases repetitiously and a single word might have a multiplicity of meanings that was confusing. The word cat, for example, was used to mean another boy, or a prostitute, or a man who was looking for a woman, or a homosexual. Cat was also employed as a verb meaning to talk, while digging the cat meant talking aimlessly or at length. To cat up was to hide out, especially from the police, and to cat out was to sneak away, while to go catting was to go out looking for girls or to visit a brothel. Much of the "jive" or "hype" talk found in current books and magazine articles dealing with dope addiction was completely without meaning to him. He tried samples out on others of the gang but none of them were familiar with the terms.

hopped up sexpots who brawl, steal and kill like men

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No one was paying him any mind. Whitey and that lacy trim of his were back in the section they'd boxed off with baseboard partitions and chintz curtains. A recorder was bleating a rock and roll number. Pico didn't go for rock and roll. Afro-Cuban stuff, that could really send him. And the old Mexican folk songs could set his blood to drumming, rouse ancient, latent memories. But rock and roll was strictly for the birds and the bums and the goddam lousy Anglos. His thoughts lingered with contempt over Whitey and Norma. Whitey was a four-flusher, he'd be yellow when the chips were down. Let him fink just once or go back on his Pachuco oath, and Pico would sink a shank right into his stinking heart — and Whitey knew it. Sure, Whitey was the leader, the big boss, but it was Pico who made him toe the line. And Norma, she was a stuck-up little frill, with her pale face and her cute ways. She thought she was a real hot piece of goods, but Pico wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole.