Word: haymarket
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...play, Guy Domville. It seems to have been a fairly good play; in 1930 (35 years later), the London Times called it "that beautiful, harshly treated play . . ." The producer of Guy Domville was sanguine, though James, with his usual misgivings stayed away opening night. Instead, he went to the Haymarket and saw Oscar Wilde's An Ideal Husband, which had just opened. James considered Wilde's play crude, bad, clumsy, feeble, vulgar-but it appeared to be a complete success-"and that gave me the most fearful apprehension...
...fever any move squeezing local gentry alike seemed to favor any more squelching Communism. "We usually come to the Square when connecting a poll on world affairs," they sated "but when we want the latest on Mayer Curley it's generally the Scollay square version, or down forwards Haymarket...
...distributors), branch manager, vice president in charge of manufacturing, and finally president in 1941. Shy, quiet and hardworking, McCormick had a thorough Harvester education by 1946, when he became chairman. He also had a firm determination to bring peace to Harvester's labor relations, stormy ever since the Haymarket riots of 1886 (when striking Harvester workers killed seven Chicago policemen...
Millionaire "Socialist." Altgeld's bravest, best-known act as governor of Illinois was his pardon, in 1893, of three labor leaders jailed for complicity in Chicago's Haymarket bombing seven years earlier.* For this he was damned far & wide as a "Socialist," a "wild-haired demagogue." Robert Todd Lincoln, President Lincoln's only surviving son, rose at a Harvard alumni banquet to beg all good Harvard men to "stand firm in the midst of such dangers in the republic." The press screamed that the Governor was encouraging "anarchy, rapine and the overthrow of civilization...
...true. He who had worn black for anarchists hanged after the Haymarket riots,* and who chiefly wrote of simple peasant lives, had ranged himself beside the Gestapo. To the big, white country house which success had brought him, after harsh years of poverty, winds bring the cool fragrance of sea and kelp, of grass and Norwegian earth. Outside the maples whisper. But in the house, now crammed with a painful store of books, the man who always loved solitude had won it, at last, in bitter measure...