Word: drivered
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...hour ordeal that had just passed seemed days distant. We'd even forgotten the two men we'd left in the snow. I remembered them, though, when a U.S. Forest Service Truck passed by. Two of us flagged it down and, caught up in overly-dramatic excitement, told the driver and his friend they had to send search parties out immediately, explaining...
...piety and chanty in our churches ... the men who own and till their own farms ...the men who went to war ... and saved the nation's honor ... by the natural law of their being find their place in the Republican Party. While the old slave owner and slave driver, the saloon keeper, the ballot box stuffer ...the criminal class of the great cities, the men who cannot read or write, by the natural law of their being find their congenial place in the Democratic Party...
...immensely popular Democratic Congressman, Goodloe Byron. Then Byron, 49, died while running along the Potomac River, and his widow took his place on the ballot. Perkins' chances of winning were never good, but they got even worse when he was tossed in jail for assaulting a woman bus driver. Undaunted, he pointed out: "We've had plenty of Congressmen who ended up in jail. What's wrong with one who started in jail?" The voters thought otherwise. On election night, Perkins consoled himself by showing up, unshaven and wearing his stained wool overcoat, at a Democratic victory...
...middle of the rear window of the Fairmont--"Paul Tsongas, U.S. Senate." In the car is Cecil Andrus, former governor of Idaho and current Secretary of the Interior, who has come to Massachusetts to endorse Tsongas. They have traded compliments about their concern for energy and the environment. Tsongas' driver is doing a steady 75. "As a member of the Select Ad-Hoc Committee on Energy, [Paul] introduced two successful amendments to the National Energy Act requiring conservation studies to reduce gas consumption...
...intermission, oh, that's okay." We are standing in a parking lot somewhere in Brockton, Mass. Across the highway is a large concrete, metal and glass structure, "the largest high school in the state," we are told. There are seven of us--one reporter, one photographer, one driver, one advance woman, two campaign workers and one Senator. Ed Brooke pins a carnation on a campaign worker he's never met and looks confused...