Word: aims
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...moonlit road blocks. From Sherbrooke, 40 miles away, word came that a heavily armed force of Provincial Police was mobilizing. Strikers made more rigid searches of every car coming down the highways. Near midnight, all hands left their posts for midnight Mass at the big stone church of Saint-Aimé, where strikers had prayed daily that they would be granted the union security and a 15?-an-hour wage boost that they had demanded. (Johns-Manville argued that the union-security demand was an attempt to interfere in "managerial policy.") At a union meeting in the church basement, after...
Night Patrol. Squad cars patrolling the quieted town brought back word that some of the strikers were hiding out in the basement of the church of Saint-Aimé. Inspector-General Norbert L'Abbé, commanding the police, issued orders to round them up. A squad of 100 police entered the church, in the basement found seven young strikers who started defending themselves with homemade clubs. They were overpowered and led, bleeding and beaten, to the Black Maria. All night long, more & more strikers, picked up in their homes and on the streets, were loaded into the patrol wagon...
Soon after dawn a Sherbrooke lawyer named Hertel O'Bready, acting for the Provincial Police, appeared on the stone steps of Saint-Aimé. From a small red book, he read the hard-fisted Riot Act: "Our Sovereign Lord The King . . . commands all persons . . . immediately to disperse . . . upon pain of ... imprisonment for life. God save the King...
Eighty delegates from 17 New England colleges will meet at Phillips Brooks House today for a conference designed to explore college volunteer social work with an aim of tripling the number of volunteers in the local social service field...
...more pleasant things about Morgan is that he is unlike other radio comedians who seem to aim their programs at the category Life forgot--the no-brows. He eschews the Wilshire Boulevard school of humor, where in an ether buffoon sends a studio audience into unrestrained hysterics at the mere mention of a name such as "Wilshire Boulevard" of "La Brea tarpits." Nor does he open closet doors to the accompanyment of a eacophony of sound effects. If he is going to insult somebody he doesn't call him "baldy...