On a cold December 30, 1903, parents and children were headed to the Iroquois Theater in downtown Chicago to see Mr. Bluebeard. The theater had just opened that day and was said to be “absolutely fireproof;” in the end, the exact opposite was true. The tragedy begun when an arc light shortened and ignited a drop curtain. When that happened audience member’s panicked and began scrambling to escape but due to the over-packed crowd there was no way to escape thorough the small main doorway. (Sauberman) Ultimately, due to misjudgments and mistakes the Iroquois Theater burned down, killing a total of 602 people; because of this, stricter theater fire codes were passed.
Gatsby Journal Chapter 4 Summary: Gatsby picks Nick up at 9 o’clock in the morning to head into the city for lunch. Gatsby’s car was over extravagantly embellished showing Gatsby's huge amount of major wealth. On the ride into town, Gatsby tries to tell Nick his version of his past so that Nick does not believe any rumors that are being spread around about him. When they get into the city, Gatsby introduces Nick to Meyer Wolfshiem and he accompanies Gatsby and Nick for lunch. After lunch, Nick sees Tom Buchanan from a far and introduces Gatsby to him.
The pitch was thrown another loud smack rang through the stadium , it was a base hit. The crowd went into a uproar chanting and cheering for there team. Hi fives were being slapped all around my head . I was taken in by all the excitement that I hardly even realized that the second inning was over and the third had begun. The temperature began to fall as night approached and since the World Series of Softball was being held in Oklahoma City the winds also began to blow vigorously.
As the cabbie gets paid his fee, we scamper across the street with a slight bounce in our step, and turn the corner to find our favorite pre-game bar. The Cubby Bear is an everyday sports bar until the game arrives. Then, the spacious building, wallpapered in Cubs jerseys and old photographs, becomes alive with fans, scalpers, and tourists. The pre-game show is on every television in the bar, beer is tumbling out of the taps, and everyone is friends with everyone. Round after round comes to our table and we talk to anyone we can about how exciting today’s game is because every game is a big game for Cubs fans!
Mr. Younger had many pleasant and joyful moments stolen from him in this novel due to his irresponsible actions. For example, one evening Ruth had received a phone call. The caller was the wife of the man that Walter drives for, Saying walter had been a no-show to work for the past three days. “Mama: What you been doing for these three days, son?” (105) Walter replied by telling her he spent his work time just driving, roaming the streets of their small are, and drinking at the Green Hat.
During a game, the fans started chanting, “opice”, which translates to monkey. Simmonds was quoted as saying, “I was just thinking; Again?” (Feschuk, 2012). That is not the only time the fans have attacked Simmonds, as a fan threw a banana peel at him during a shootout attempt (MacKinnon, 2011). Verbal racial slurs and live gestures at games are not the only forms these incidents come in. Nowadays with social media being so heavily relied on and important, twitter also has a large role to play in this racism issue.
Recalling that the ground trembled recently, and noticing that the soil felt hot under his bare feet, he hurried to town to tell the mayor and to bring some people back with him. When they all returned, black was smoke billwoing from a hole 30 feet deep. The first explosion came that very night, shoting a thick column of smoke, ciders, and ash more than a mile into the air. More explosions followed every few seconds, throwing masses of rock that varied from the size of a walnut to size of a house. Lava began to flow to days later, and the newborn volcano continued yo erupt from many
Blue and white filled the streets with football fans praising the Giants for their victory in the Super Bowl. The enthusiasm from the fans appeared to be pulsating as if the streets, itself, had a heartbeat. After an extremely chaotic morning and several beers later, my stomach began to growl obnoxiously. To wind down such a festive day in the Big Apple, my husband and I decided to have dinner at Carmine’s in the Theatre District. Three criteria must be met for my husband and me to have an amazing dining experience.
Where family and friends are first and strangers are just a vague, dismal blur in the distance. Rednecks are good ol' boys/gals…Their necks are red and maybe their arms, too, cause they work hard and out in the heat all day. The group that is ridiculed by most, but deep down envied by all. Big truck tires, huntin’, fishin’, tractor pulls, country music, Charlie Daniels, and rebel flags…They usually drive pickup trucks with loud sounds that can usually be heard before seen. Most people just can’t understand how you can have such a weird lifestyle of cowboy hats and buckles…How can your friends be more important than yourself?
The day was gray and the sky was softly spitting on the windshield as we drove to the pound. Once we arrived, we climbed out of Aly’s Tahoe and excitedly skipped—yes, we really did skip—into the dreary building. The voluptuous animal control guy greeted us at the front desk and asked what he could do for the two of us. “We want a dog!! !” I proclaimed.