Word: droving
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Next morning startled Kentuckians saw the ladies roll across the toll bridge over the Tug River at Williamson. "I'm just running around," Mrs. Roosevelt assured them. For a morning's amusement she drove down to see Henry Ford's coal mines at Pond Creek, then ran across into Virginia, lunched at a roadside stand near Norton and from her running board made a little speech thanking the crowd which gathered to gape at her. By nightfall the ladies had crossed through eastern Tennessee and were at Asheville...
Next noon the three ladies reached Crossville, Tenn., drove to the top of Cumberland Mountain Plateau to inspect a subsistence homestead project. There indefatigable Mrs. Roosevelt declined an invitation from the Mayor of Rockwood to climb the Cumberland's Mt. Roosevelt.* Instead she drove until 8 p.m. to reach Berea, Ky., and a social project dear to her heart. She dined with Berea College's president, kindly, 63-year-old William James Hutchins, father of University of Chicago's President Robert Maynard Hutchins. The elder Hutchins gives mountain boys and girls a higher education, helps them to earn their living...
Next day the First Lady drove on to Lexington to be the guest of another college president, Dr. Frank L. McVey of the University of Kentucky. Dr. McVey took her to the University's Memorial Hall, presented her to Governor Laffoon and 1,500 auditors as ''Mrs. Theodore Roosevelt." The lady and audience laughed heartily and she explained that she "didn't really mind being tied up with the other side of the family." Then she addressed the gathering on Education: "If we are to go forward, we must have dreams...
...began moving cars and the Industrial Association sent in ten trucks instead of five. Three thousand strikers threw themselves fiercely into battle. At times the fighting extended as far north as Pacific Street, the old "Barbary Coast," but police, in pig-snouted gas masks, rounded up the rioters and drove them South of the Slot. Commuters to Oakland bound for the Ferry House and crossing the Embarcadero on the viaduct from Market Street saw the battle from above, felt the sting of tear gas, the impact of missiles...
...were Howard Sperry and Nicholas Bordloise, longshoremen. Police fired at the fleeing crowd. There was a wild pounding of feet. Police followed. The crowd rallied. Another volley scattered it but Sperry and Bordloise lay filled with shotgun slugs on the sidewalk of Steuart Street. The police charge drove the strikers up Rincon Hill, on which will rest one end of the $75,000,000 Oakland Bridge. Work on the bridge stopped as the battle line approached. Up the weedgrown slopes around dilapidated shanties the police fought their way. Amid much cursing, cuffing and clubbing the strikers were finally dislodged from...