Word: bitters
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Governor Ratner. ¶ As chairman of the Teamsters' Central Conference, Hoffa approved payment of $114,719 in salaries for four Teamster officials serving prison sentences. Furthermore, over a four-year period he approved a staggering $625,726 in legal fees for the defense of arrested Teamsters. ¶ A bitter 72-day Teamster strike in 1953 and 1954 against four Wichita, Kans. taxicab companies, marked by dynamitings and cab burnings, was settled finally when the Teamsters agreed to pay the cab companies $15,000 if they forced drivers to join the union...
...telling their beads. The men stood by in silence, their weathered faces turned to the driving rain, as the black-and-red-hulled French trawler, Jules Verne, steamed slowly into harbor, its flag at half-mast. Only the tolling of bells, the slopping sound of water against pilings, the bitter wind singing in the telegraph wires broke the silence as the first bodies were brought ashore. They were wrapped, not in half a red sail, but in blue blankets and blue plastic shrouds, and Monsignor George Quinn whispered the prayers for the dead over each of them. Mourned a woman...
...chopped to pieces with an ax and burnt. Later the idolaters had Gage cudgeled, stabbed and put in such fear of his life that the local authorities sent a train of armed men to arrest the attackers. Shortly thereafter Gage returned to England-and to religious conflict no less bitter...
...record of Orwell's social immolation is still fascinating reading today, not only for the great clarity with which Orwell describes an appalling landscape-with-figures but for the honesty with which he argues with himself about it all. That rare creature, a bitter man with no self-pity, Orwell writes in a style beside which today's Angry Young Men sound like a party of petulant pixies...
...bitter, self-derisory revision of Marx's famous exhortation to the workers of the world, Orwell ends his book with an address to his ruined brothers of the British middling classes, crippled by debt and (in his view) shackled by snobbery. He invited them to descend with him into the nether regions of the "working class where we belong," for, says he, "we have nothing to lose but our aitches." The British middle classes, however, have stubbornly continued to cling to their social aspirations and their aspirates. Class war may be 'ell. but the better-bred Briton...