Word: backed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...vegetable": up at 6, breakfast, drive to the courthouse with one of his bodyguards (he was closely guarded throughout the trial), work over law books until time for court, lunch in his chambers on spinach and one lamb chop (never any variation), nap for half an hour, back to court, back to his chambers for an hour's more work, thence to the Crystal Health Club for a workout, shower and massage, home at 7:15 for two Martinis apiece for wife Ethel and himself, dinner...
...back he went, meticulously making the notes which were a guide to him through all the legal labyrinths of the trial and which, before he was through, filled a two-inch-thick notebook. In the end, the indefatigable man was able to present his long, cool and collected charge to the jury and then catch the lawyers for the defense flat-footed by sentencing them on the very next day. Said he afterward: "They didn't think I'd have the time to prepare the charges against them...
...Anderson, who was virtually unknown outside her native state, was billed as a Minnesota farm wife, and photographed beside a rural telephone in kitchen apron and pulled-back hair. The moral was plain: any woman who could milk a cow could make her mark in Democratic politics. But the build-up did not quite fit the facts...
...final delaying tactic, McCarran had departed for Europe for further "investigation" of the D.P. situation, and sent back a warning that "this country will be inundated with a flood of aliens." Michigan's Homer Ferguson patiently refuted his arguments, pointed out that 134,000 was scarcely an inundation, amounted to less than a fifth of one percent of the labor force. But McCarran's allies carried on. For nearly six hours, Washington's garrulous lightweight, Harry P. Cain, held the floor with a low-grade filibuster. The D.P. opponents talked on, counting on the dwindling attendance...
Said Langer: "I ask unanimous consent that I be permitted to sit while making my speech." There was no objection, and he sat. He crossed his legs, tilted back in his chair, laughed at his own attempts at wit, providing a spectacle without parallel in senatorial history. It was a shabby show...