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...year record of growth was genuinely imperiled by labor's split. Good union men could look skeptical while businessmen complained loudly about the cost of A. F. of L.C. I. O. conflict. They could listen, polite but unimpressed, while politicians shuddered and sighed over the fearful feud of Bill Green and John Lewis. Last week Son Elliott Roosevelt talked long and earnestly over the radio about the Chrysler strike, suggested that John Lewis' inability to make peace with Bill Green indicated he was not all "he had been cracked...
...Missouri, the Stark-Clark feud boiled up toward Hatfield-McCoy temperature. Governor Lloyd Crow Stark, New Deal 1940 candidate for Senator, and present Senator Bennett Champ Clark began active electioneering for control of the Missouri delegation to the 1940 Democratic convention...
Jeff Davis, sickly, handsome, humorless, egocentric, unimaginative, contrasted almost as sharply with Lee as with Lincoln. Almost kicked out of West Point, where he was 23rd in a class of 33, he considered himself a military genius. At West Point too began his bitter feud with Joseph E. Johnston. Cause: a tavern keeper's daughter. Elected to the Presidency by accident (delegates preferred Toombs), he was bitterly assailed by his own colleagues. ("That scoundrel Jeff Davis," said Toombs.) A bad guesser, he made his worst guess when he tried to force English recognition by withholding cotton shipments. That notion...
Bitter was the feud in the all-Negro town of Mound Bayou, Miss., between Eugene P. Booze, Republican boss, and his sister-in-law Estelle Montgomery. Cause: both claimed ownership of the house in which Booze and his family lived. Eugene Booze apparently won the argument last month: in an altercation over a court order forbidding her to enter the house, Estelle attacked Booze and two white State policemen with a butcher knife, was shot dead...
There the feud ended and the fun (and publicity) began. From New York City hurriedly flew Jack Kirkland, author of Tobacco Road, to be in at the kill. In Minneapolis crowds stormed the box office, rushed the theatre, packed its seats, clogged its aisles. While the audience waited, happy as clams at high tide, for the curtain to rise, Potter got more and more Jeetery backstage, needed the whole company to drape his rags about him, suffered trying to chaw plug-tobacco behind stage whiskers...