Word: cracked
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Three days later, in Hyde Park, the President held a press conference. Never had reporters seen Franklin Roosevelt in such a mood of passive defeatism. Though not knocked out, he appeared definitely stunned by what he had taken. Only flash of his old self was a sidelong crack to the effect that the Senate, in leaving Neutrality up in the air, causing "uncertainty" (for which he has so often been blamed) and "gambling" against war abroad, had bud-nipped a nice little boom.* > The Hatch bill effectually demolished the national Roosevelt political machine, as distinct from the national Farley machine...
Starting as a sharp crack with the Court fight in 1937, the Democratic split had widened after Mr. Roosevelt's abortive Purge of 1938. The elections last autumn drove in fresh wedges so alarming to Mr. Roosevelt that he attempted no legislative program of his own in the 76th Congress except nonpartisan National Defense. Scornfully he challenged Congress to get a legislative program of its own. Slowly awkwardly but with a determination which mounted as Mr. Roosevelt opposed and sneered at it, the Congress did formulate and pursue such a program...
Sportsmen and municipal officials set up such a howl that papermaking States have threatened to crack down on the dumping. Some foresighted paper-mill operators had hired chemists to see whether the waste liquor could be turned to profit. One of the leaders in that move was cagey Marathon Paper Mills Co. (food containers, waxed-paper wrappers). To its plant at Rothschild, Wis. twelve years ago it summoned lanky, sensitive Guy Howard, free-lance consulting chemist, and gave him a staff of researchers. Since then it has put $1,500,000 into its chemical division...
Queerest air tragedy of recent months was the crack-up of No. 1 Mexican Airman Francisco ("Pancho") Sarabia in Washington last June. One moment his stubby Gee Bee Special, the Q.E.D. was winging smoothly above the Potomac River; the next, downfluttering like a stricken hawk, it rammed its nose fast in the river bottom. By the time rescuers reached him, Sarabia was drowned. Shaken by the loss of their idol, Mexican mobs growled darkly of sabotage...
...main reason I'm not running is simply because I've only had a four-year crack at this Chronicle job from topside, and being a fathead I think I need a couple of more years anyhow. The dope is I'm sort of a squirt, a very egotistical one-so egotistical that I think I'm smart enough to know I haven't done the job with a newspaper yet. Maybe I'll wait and run for President...