Word: farleys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...next day at 7:45 a.m. and on to St. Joseph-where in a raw breeze, surrounded by rouged Indian ladies, gum-chewing, feather-bonneted Indian bucks, Mr. Farley launched hoarsely into a lengthy eulogy of the Pony Express...
...getting out of the fried-chicken belt." Next morning Fort Worth and Dallas, where a posse of Garnerites hauled him off to breakfast: Cactus Valley grapefruit, Red River County farm eggs, Blossom Prairie smoked sausage, Garner Camp biscuits, Uvalde honey, Chuck Wagon brew. Here Jim Farley hinted he was willing to be a Vice-Presidential candidate on a Garner ticket (in Tennessee it had been Hull). As he often does, he held a press conference in a barber shop: he is the only man in the U. S. who can talk while a barber shaves his upper...
...wreath on the Booker T. Washington monument (Washington lifting a -veil from the eyes of a startled slave). Then he greeted frail old George Washington Carver, ate fried chicken, reviewed a parade. After Negro Tenor Roland Hayes had made his radio debut in a broadcast from Boston, Mr. Farley compared Booker T. to George Washington, to Robert E. Lee, shook many a black hand, visited the founder's grave, went on to Auburn. Mr. Farley ate chicken once again (he hates it), entrained for Atlanta, with Georgia and North Carolina...
Thus Big Jim Farley progressed through the South last week, an Irish Catholic politician striving by main force of good will to break down political prejudice against 1) the Irish, 2) the Catholics, 3) politicians who are frankly politicians. Last week, U. S. observers were certain that if mere good will would do it, Big Jim's nomination and election would be in the bag. The South liked him; the South liked him fine; North, East and West he left behind him faithful and fair-weather friends. But Candidate Farley left a doubt behind too: for when...
...last week 10,000 Southerners poured into the little town of Jefferson in northern Georgia. Most of them went to see Postmaster General Jim Farley, posting through the South on one of his periodic junkets (see p. 15). Officially, they went to honor Jefferson's Crawford Williamson Long, first doctor to operate under ether, 98 years ago. At noon, on the village square, the Postmaster General sold a sheaf of new two-cent stamps, bearing the bearded countenance of Dr. Long, to the only survivor of his twelve children-his aged daughter, Mrs. Eugenia Long Harper...