Word: bill
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...thing these days was as sure as death & taxes: the Government is going to pay the farmer to keep him prosperous. Long ago a Republican Congress tried to buy the farmer's vote with the McNary-Haugen bill, but Calvin Coolidge twice vetoed it; Henry Wallace bought the farmer and got away with it. Secretary Brannan's program was an even higher bid for the U.S. farmer's favor than any Henry had thought up. Said the New York Times's Arthur Krock: ". . . no more wondrous pill was ever compounded in the pharmacy of politics...
This time Mayor Bill O'Dwyer put on a special detail of 3,250 cops, made the whole force carry their two-foot nightsticks during the day, set up 55 heavily patrolled routes over which nonstriking hackies could drive and be protected. The union bragged on the first day that it had kept 97% of the city's 11,814 cabs in the garage. Manhattan streets were free of honking cabs and their aggressive jockeys; it was almost possible to cross a street without danger to life & limb...
...pale lavender imitation of brother John's purple prose style, he called Mayor O'Dwyer a doublecrossing participant in "one of the most vicious strikebreaking cabals in the labor history of this great city." But the next day it was all over and Denny had left town. Bill O'Dwyer had the last word. Said he: "Denny Lewis came to town pretending he was half-horse and half-bear. Like every small-town bully, he was skull & bones, mostly skull. He came a month too soon. He should have come with the circus...
...just short of the 100-ft. mark. In relays, men were lowered by a hoisting bucket to dig the rest of the way by hand. It was grueling work. Dirt and rocks as big as a man's head had to be hoisted up bucket by bucket. Burly Bill Yancey, a 38-year-old sewerage contractor who had been on a wartime underwater demolition team, dug for two hours and 20 minutes before he was hauled...
...doctor asked the crowd to leave. As the last figures disappeared, Bill Yancey was hauled slowly up the shaft. In his arms was a small, blanketed form. Tenderly he laid the bundle on a white pillow in the back of a black car. In silence, the car rolled slowly past the derricks and the piled dirt, past the gaping hole and the steel casing, past the rows of exhausted, grimy workmen...