Word: anyway
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...told the holders of an issue of its equipment trust bonds to come & get their 20 mountain-type locomotives, five switching engines, 200 box cars, 100 ballast cars, three passenger cars and 20 cabooses. With traffic what it was, said the receivers, the road did not need the equipment anyway. In normal times the bondholders might sell the equipment to another road. But fearing that they could do nothing with the cars and locomotives except put them in their own back yards, the bondholders protested, and a protective committee persuaded the receivers to hold up their request for court approval...
...that we raise too much. They tell us to leave some of our acres bare and watch them go to weed, and they come up and give us a little money and shoot our cattle on the ground, saying the cattle are starving and there are too many cattle anyway. God does not approve of that...
...Olson, who moved into the Governor's office, revoked martial law, cancelled the call for the special Legislative session. But a pack of Legislators went to Bismarck anyway. Because "Bill" Langer is a hugely popular politician, because he was renominated for the Governorship after his Federal conviction, because North Dakota farmers believe he is defending them against the ogre of Big Business, his partisans decided to hold the special session, regardless of Ole Olson. The House, topheavy with Langermen, quickly met and organized, but the Senate was stalled by the lack of quorum. William Langer appeared before the House...
...answer to the roll call when your name is called?" "Not at this time, Mr. President." Langer supporters gathered around the captive to persuade him. Finally President Hamilton, shaking with laughter, leaned over and called confidentially to newshawks at the press table below: "Well, we have lots of fun anyway...
...talk to Mr. Ramsay Mac-Donald," gasped a nervous Nova Scotia newspaper woman. "Mr. MacDonald is rather busy and tired," was the reply in a frosty, secretarial voice from the cottage. "Well, I don't mind confessing I'd be scared to death to talk to him anyway," gushed the newspaper woman. She heard a deep, Scottish chuckle and the voice again, no longer glacial: "Well, you needn't be scared! You've been talking to him for the last two minutes...