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...case against the American dates back three years to a Senate investigation of the Federal Power Commission. Insurgent Senators charged the executive secretary of the Commission, Frank E. Bonner, with partiality to power companies. Also under fire was the Commission's chief clerk, W. Frank Griffith. During the rumpus an elderly file clerk, Mrs. Minnie L. Ward, accused Chief Clerk Griffith of tampering her files. When he refused to leave her office she pelted him with eggs...
Quick to cry out against "the interests," the Hearstpapers filled whole pages with layouts attacking Bonner & Griffith and the Power Commission. Sample headlines: "Angry Woman Throws Eggs and Hits Power Trust"; "Power Trust Keeps Government Employes Good Boys by Prospect of Promoting the Faithful to Good Jobs...
...Bonner & Griffith lost their jobs when the Power Commission was reorganized in 1930. They engaged the Washington law firm headed by Frank J. Hogan. high-priced defenders of Bribee Albert B. Fall and Oilman Edward L. Doheny. They sued 14 Hearstpapers for sums ranging for each plaintiff from $100,000 to more than $1,000,000 in Washington. By agreement the Boston American case was tried first, in U. S. District Court. Hearst's general counsel, white-crowned James A. Reed, onetime Senator from Missouri, attended the trial for a few days, was called home by the death...
...jury awarded Bonner $50,000 (half of what he asked); Griffith, $4,200. Next on the list is the Bonner-Griffith case against Hearst's Washington Times...
...been called to lead the Ethiopian out of darkness. I sent the President 30 messages. He hath the program but he don't seem to understand it,& Gilbert F. Bonner, a big black Southern Negro kept insisting to White House attaches as he camped outside President Hoover's office door. A "prophet of doom," Bonner wore an old Army uniform (he used to be a quartermaster sergeant), with a blue cheesecloth turban on his head. Small gilt crucifixes dangled from every blouse pocket. White House guards let him sit day after day in the lobby, vainly waiting...