Word: lettered
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Result was a letter to all U. A. W. locals from President Roland Jay Thomas and Secretary-Treasurer George F. Addes, proclaiming a set of "principles of responsibility." This noteworthy document was at once a confession of past sins and a command to the membership to sin no more by sit-downs, slowdowns, stay-ins, rash walkouts. It was also a promise that motor-makers with unionized plants can finish their booming 1940 season without a repetition of the rash, costly Chrysler shutdown (TIME, Dec. 4). Excerpts...
...cross, he visited the foremost zones. His mission: to inquire into and report on the men's morale, quality of food and quarters, supply of toothbrushes, cigarets and the like, requests for reading matter. Every night, by a dim blue light in the trailer, he wrote a letter to his Duchess, who plans to run a war hospital on the French Riviera...
Meanwhile, Composer Walton, who had hoped to be there on the night, was busy driving an ambulance somewhere in England. Wrote he, mournfully, in a letter to Violinist Heifetz: "I don't know when I will hear the concerto-perhaps never. I have been hoping that the performance will be broadcast. If it is, can you make a recording of it and send it to me?" The performance was not broadcast, but Violinist Heifetz planned to make a private recording for Composer Walton...
...Cabot & friends, in a letter to the New England Journal of Medicine last week, promised that they would cause "minimum disturbance to existing private medical practice." But the Journal pointed out that plans for Health Service, Inc. had been submitted to the Massachusetts Medical Society last spring, had been flatly turned down...
...resumes, Clisson and Eugénie have a family, are quarreling operatically because Eugénie is jealous. Climax comes when Clisson, heading a victorious army, learns he succeeded too well when he dispatched a handsome young officer to comfort Eugénie. "Adieu," he writes in a last letter. ". . . Kiss my sons -may they not have the ardent soul of their father! They would be, like him, the victims of men, glory, and love!" Then Clisson "flung himself headlong into the mèlée, and expired, pierced with a thousand blows...