Word: caning
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...most of their time in worried huddles. At one point a reporter cornered A.F.L.-C.I.O. President George Meany in a corridor, asked him if he thought the A.F.L.-C.I.O. had a responsibility to end national strikes. Meany's face flushed with anger; his fist closed tightly around the cane that he now carries. "We have a responsibility to our membership," rumbled Meany. "And if we think it's in our interest to start a national strike, we'll start a national strike." Meany clomped away...
...witnesses tell it, Zantzinger downed two fast drinks at the bar, then whacked the restaurant's hostess and its elderly sommelier with a wooden carnival cane that he had picked up somewhere. Coaxed into checking the cane, he lunged at the wine steward's cordial tray, then his neck chain, caught a sharp elbow in the stomach in return. Zantzinger had two double bourbons with his steak; Jane Zantzinger, four double Cutty Sarks with her prime ribs. When the head barman refused to serve more, Jane hopped to another table, sipped from the glasses of its surprised occupants...
...ball in the Emerson Hotel, the pace picked up. Zantzinger stung a Negro bellhop's rear with his cane. After a few bourbons and ginger at the open bar, he asked a Negro waitress, Mrs. Ethel Hill, 30, something about a firemen's fund. She said she did not know what he meant. "Don't say no to me, you nigger, say no, sir," said Zantzinger. He flailed her with the cane. She fled to the kitchen...
...Minutes later, Zantzinger strode to the bar for another drink. Mrs. Hattie Carroll, 51, a Negro barmaid, did not move fast enough for him. "What's the matter with you, you black son of a bitch, serving my drinks so slow?" he railed. He beat her with his cane. She collapsed and an ambulance was called...
Last week at Manhattan's Blue Angel, she cast timid eyes at the ceiling as if Major Bowes's cane were about to rip down from the attic. She squirmed onto a stool and let her coltish legs dangle, ankles napping. She twisted bony fingers through her hair and blessed her audience with a tired smile. Then she sang-and at the first note, her voice erased all the gawkiness of her presence onstage...