Word: caravans
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Wendell Willkie the strength of Franklin Roosevelt's political muscles. They came out of automotive and machine-tool plants to boo and Bronx-cheer. Pontiac-typically Midwest, a small town with a one-street business district-had just gone to work at 9 a.m. when the Willkie motor caravan passed through, with the bareheaded candidate waving from an open car, cameramen standing smoking in a truck, a score of shiny 1941 model cars stuffed with aides, newsmen and political small fry. Near the railroad tracks, a half-dozen blocks from the town centre, Willkie got his first real baptism...
Next day the train rolled on to Youngstown. In the chill morning, with a light fog rolling down the valley, the caravan was under way at 9 a.m. through quiet crowds that welled into one enormous throng in Public Square, roofed tenuously by vast webs of paper streamers. Willkie spoke simply, clearly, effectively. The crowd loved...
There was no letdown that day: into Pittsburgh the caravan rolled like a victorious army, through enthusiastic crowds that finally burst into one roaring welter of people and noise in the city's famed Golden Triangle, where blizzards of torn paper swirled and settled only to swirl up again as new waves of screaming rolled up. Only casualty: a motorcycle policeman hit on the wrist by a telephone book someone had neglected to tear...
...desert, British and Italian tanks and armored cars scuttled in and out of the oases, "islands of the blessed," in the modern version of Lawrence of Arabia's strike-and-run stratagem with camel raiders. The British kept a lookout for an overland thrust southeast across the ancient caravan trails to Cairo or Khartoum. Having once accomplished the impossible, in forced marches and road building in Ethiopia, it was not inconceivable that Italy might pit her legions against both nature and the British, in a gamble to sever the British Empire's jugular...
Through San Diego, Santa Ana, Englewood, Long Beach, motored the Willkie caravan, through huge turnouts of cheering people. Here & there high-school children bronx-cheered or shouted "Hooray for Roosevelt!" One or two of them threw tomatoes, one a wild pitch above the grinning candidate's head...