Word: cheerful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...along the Potomac. There had been nothing like it in 1920. Franklin Roosevelt was off on his non-political defense inspection tour of the important political States of Ohio and Pennsylvania, where Wendell Willkie had passed the week before. No estimates agreed on the number that turned out to cheer the President; but there were millions. No commentators agreed on the political advantage to the President of the trip; but it was great. There were innumerable signs of the aid to Democratic candidates carried by the power and prestige of the Presidency-"Senator Joe" Guffey put on a show...
...last football pep rally was held before the Princeton game last fall and attracted a large crowd to cheer the team on. Time and again Dick Harlow has gone on record in favor of student demonstrations. It gave the a big boost before the Tigertown invasion last October and may be just what is needed to swing the balance against the Cadets tomorrow...
...Pontiac, Mich., young men in dirty overalls began to show 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...
Willkie's voice was vigorous but tired. The audience had gone ready to scream, shout, laugh, cry, cheer, boo, wave their little U. S. flags. But the Candidate wouldn't pull out the stops, hurried on to his next sentence even as applause broke out, slurred his words so that their sense was sometimes lost. Once again the speech, with its simple, strong points read better than it sounded...
...bosses grew worried. Perhaps Willkie meant it. They got in touch with a Willkie associate. Had Willkie really sent such a message? He had. There was consternation. But gloomily they agreed: if Willkie wanted Barton, Barton it must be. Composing their faces to exude radiant good cheer, the bosses left, roaring happily, "It's Barton...