Word: californias
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...what he calls, for campaign purposes, "our senior citizens." It came at a very timely hour when far cannier politicians were beginning to see the possibility of making pensions for senior citizens a juicier political racket than the ancient political exploitation of pensions for war veterans. Sheridan Downey won California's Democratic nomination for Senator from Senior Citizen William Gibbs McAdoo, 75. The manager of that performance was one Jackson Elliott...
...apparition and the audience recognized it only as some University of Michigan fraternity neophyte. This year that ghost is the prime champion of human derelicts in U.S. politics, and he is recognized as Sheridan Downey, Democratic candidate for the U.S. Senate in the great and screwy State of California...
...Elliott of Los Angeles is a political hack, unillusioned, practical, alert. He managed Senator McAdoo's successful campaign in 1932. Perceiving how ebullient Sheridan Downey from northern California (Atherton, hard by Herbert Hoover's Palo Alto) had run ahead of Author Sinclair in the EPIC campaign, Jackson Elliott cocked an eye at him for 1938 because he knew where lay the biggest unstaked bloc of votes for that year-among EPIC and Townsend-conscious oldsters...
...ever among human beings, the urge of Something for Nothing. The moon which causes that lunacy may be the earth's satellite or human evolution, but the moon is powerful. It has created a tide in the affairs of men which this year crested in California under the name of "Thirty Dollars Every Thursday," alias "Ham & Eggs." Under this scheme the State would give everyone aged 50 or more $30 of State scrip every Thursday and retire the scrip with a 2? weekly stamp tax on every warrant issued...
Across the country, as smart Jackson Elliott could see, the pension wave had lesser crests, and in California spring tide seemed at hand. California the wonderland, California the rugged and golden, lies at that edge of the continent where the migrations that made the nation ended. There the last vanguard of pioneers halted and the rearguard of sick, halt, lame, blind, crooked and crazy have caught up. It is a home of saints and scoundrels, heroines and houris. There since Depression I has grown up a strange society in which men born in the great open spaces and hardshells with...