Word: greenes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Liberal Reuther determined to take the play away from Lyndon. He announced his own strong support for Stevenson, then persuaded Michigan's governor and favorite son, G. Mennen ("Soapy") Williams, to go to work. Striding from hotel room to hotel room, his lanky form trademarked by his green polka-dot bow tie, Williams checked with leaders from Ohio, Minnesota, Kansas and New Jersey. "I checked the figures myself," said Soapy. "I couldn't see how Harriman could win." Late Tuesday night, Williams called his 44-vote delegation into a chokingly smoke-filled caucus room. The delegation...
...draft of his acceptance address. He got scores of unsolicited suggestions and memos. After reading them, he tossed them aside and continued on his own. All last week, even during intervals in the hectic Truman crisis, he returned time and again to the isolation of his small, green-tinted law office on Chicago's South La Salle Street. There, shirt-sleeved and with tie askew, he revised, updated, rephrased and polished. On the convention's last night Adlai Stevenson stood up before the Democratic delegates as their second-time standard bearer, accepted the nomination in a fighting speech...
Shortly after dawn one day last week in Pretoria, hundreds of South African women began to gather beneath the office windows of Prime Minister Johannes G. Strydom. Some were white, some were brown, most were black. Many wore the green-black-and-gold colors of the African National Congress, and many wore tribal regalia; many had traveled hundreds of miles by rickety bus across South Africa's dust-swept veld to get there, lunch baskets in their hands and babies strapped to their backs. All the women bore personal petitions to Strydom. Focus of their protest: the government...
...American landed on Erin's green...
Last week, in answer to the old song, Florida Real Estate Broker James Stuart Robertson, 59, showed how even a non-Irishman could own Killarney. His formula: after the owner dies and the tax collectors haunt his heirs, step in with enough green dollars and a promise never to spoil the scenery...