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...afternoon, people gathered at the funeral home in South St. Louis. It was much like any other American funeral parlor, with stippled walls and dark-painted woodwork, and the sick-sweet smell of wreaths and flowers. There, in a steel casket, the flag draped over, lay the body of Otto J. Weiner Jr., private in the Marines, killed in action on an unnamed Pacific island. American Legionnaires stood guard. A Lutheran pastor spoke the eulogy, said the prayer...
...body in the steel casket had come 12,000 miles. On that unnamed island where he was killed, Private Weiner had been a favorite of the native chief. When he died, the natives held a tribal ceremony. They wove a tapestry of bark and sent it along for his parents...
...rooftops, hanging out the windows to see the funeral of black Jack Blackburn, trainer of Joe Louis, some 30,000 citizens hung on the ropes. The crowd on the streets shouted and sang hymns. Women were knocked over, children screamed. When the services were over and the casket came out, borne by pallbearers that included Soldier Joe Louis, Swingster Cab Calloway, Tapster Bill Robinson, the mob broke through the police lines to touch the casket for good luck. When the hearse finally moved off everybody was still shouting, and the fallen were picking themselves...
District 50 had already moved in on powder and munition plants, chemicals, gas works. Miss Lewis moved in deeper, spread into cosmetics, electric utilities. She went after casket workers (embalming fluids are chemicals), boatyard employes (varnish is chemically derived). She cast a soft eye on stump-pullers in Louisiana, drop-forge workers in Michigan. Early in the game she and Father John convinced themselves that the country's 3,000,000 dairy farmers were naturals as Coke & Chemical members. After all, milk contains casein, which is used in cosmetics, plastics...
...bought two Glenn Martin flying boats, took them back to Java. Later, on, flying the N.E.I. Commander in Chief, Pilot ter Poorten crashed, the Commander was killed, and Ter Poorten was so badly hurt that newspapers printed his obituary. According to Army legend, Ter Poorten was billed for a casket he did not need. But beefy Hein ter Poorten was soon on his feet, headed back to the U.S. for more Martins, more of the new lore of military flying. He had no trouble getting either...