Word: caravaneers
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...move. Almost imperceptibly, then faster, it rolled towards the lake below. Suddenly light shone brightly from the door of the trailer. The figure of a matronly woman appeared, sprang into the night. A tall, broad-shoulered man followed. Pell-mell down the dark hill they ran beside the rolling caravan. Then the woman jumped for the running board of the car to pull its brakes. She slipped, fell, lay groaning, while her distracted companion rushed to her side. The car rolled on, crunched solidly into a tree on the brink of the lake...
...Macon last winter, Southern New Dealers had for months been planning to demonstrate their loyalty at a "Green Pastures" rally in Charlotte, N. C. On his way to address it with a "nonpolitical" speech, President Roosevelt left his train at Knoxville, climbed into an open automobile and headed a caravan of Democratic Governors and Congressmen up a new 140-mile highway through Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Its woodsy peaks and valleys "thrilled and delighted" him. Caught in a thunder shower at lunch time, he wriggled into a slicker, washed down fried chicken and caviar sandwiches with a bottle...
...Governor Landon spied a barbershop in a hotel basement, hopped out for a shave. Afterwards he shook hands with most of 500 people who had gathered outside, singling out for special greeting a small boy in a cowboy suit. At a tourist camp on Des Moines' outskirts the caravan picked up six more carloads of newshawks and greeters, plus a motor-cycle police escort. Even though he kept in the back seat of his closed car, citizens along Des Moines streets knew that Alf Landon had arrived. The Republican nominee answered their cheers with smiles and waves...
...President, who had gone out from Washington to get away from blueprints and reports, soon shoved printed matter aside, set off at the head of a 40-car motor caravan to see things for himself. Rolling through stubbly, barren fields, over roads which blanketed the party in dust, the President inspected a sample WPA dam, turned into the farm of big, blue-eyed, young J. J. Boehm. While Mrs. Boehm and six small Boehms stared, the President asked: "How many acres have you?" "President," replied Farmer Boehm in a thick German accent, "I got 480 and I am having...
Last week a caravan of seven dusty Army automobiles drew up before the courthouse in Springfield, Baca County, Colo., cradle of the Dust Bowl. Out of the cars clambered the President's special Drought Commission chairmanned by Rural Electrification Administrator Morris Llewellyn Cooke. His chief coadjutor was Resettlement Administrator Rexford Guy Tugwell. Under the cottonwood trees on the courthouse lawn they listened for an hour to the tales of some 50 farm folk who knew Drought by bitter experience...