Word: cementing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...ensure that advantage, jobs and other benefits are not given out piecemeal, but are used as "organizational cement." According to Johnny and Peter, who is also an 11th ward precinct captain, each ward is given a certain number of city and county (and state, when it is under regular Democratic control) jobs to hand out as it pleases. Tommy Donovan, the mayor's administrative assistant, is in charge of patronage for the city. He knows which jobs are open and who controls them. Since different positions carry different salaries and prestige, Donovan makes sure that the actual job distribution matches...
...everything around here is pretty calm," a middle-aged black man leaning against the steep cement stairwell to his wooden apartment house said, sipping from a carton of Tropicana and taking in some of the already intense morning sun. "You see, we already had busing here, so it ain't nothing new to us. Yeh," he said again, nodding thoughtfully, "It's pretty calm, all right...
...everything around here is pretty calm," a middle-aged black man leaning against the steep cement stairwell to his wooden apartment house said, sipping from a carton of Tropicana and taking in some of the already intense morning sun. "You see, we already had busing here, so it ain't nothing new to us. Yeh," he said again, nodding thoughtfully, "It's pretty calm, all right...
...picking Bob Dole, 53, Ford signed on the most accomplished gunslinger in the party, a man who makes his points not with obloquy or the cement fist or leaden tongue of a Spiro Agnew, but with an acerbic wit that often leaves everyone but the victim laughing. Dole has characterized Senator Edmund Muskie as "a political Rip Van Winkle who awoke and started to attack Nixon," and he once dismissed former Attorney General Ramsey Clark as a "left-leaning marshmallow...
Bell ignored this gory history as he crawled over a cement driveway to the truck which sat under his uncle's bedroom window. He raised the hood carefully, swearing at the rusty hinges which sang painful cat songs as he propped it up. A light snapped on in the house. Jesus, thought Bell, and groped for the distributor cap, fastening his alligator clip to it and grounding the other clip to the engine block. He slammed the hood and jumped in, put a cautious foot on the gas, and felt the engine pull itself to life. He began to back...