Word: likes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Then overworked Joe Robinson died, and Franklin Roosevelt played straight into McNary's hands by his choice of bumbling "Dear Alben" Barkley over Pat Harrison for his new Leader. Next came the attempted Purge, another stroke of political amateurishness. McNary grew almost profane when restless men like Vandenberg talked openly of an open coalition with the conservative Democrats whom Roosevelt was trying to read out. He encouraged his followers to go to ball games with Jack Garner, Pat Harrison and other time-biders, but kept them from doing anything that might revive loyalty to the Democratic label...
...costs, the WPA money voted by Congress for this year will be "so far as many cities are concerned but an idle gesture." Alternatives, they said, were a further appropriation, or amendment of the clause requiring money so far voted to last twelve months. The mayors used alarming words like "wreck," "collapse," "destruction." Their most piteous alarm: "The nation has no alternative but to do this if the present economic system is to endure...
Louisianans, sick at heart but fighting mad, opened Grand Jury investigations all over the place. Down went the powerful like tenpins. For years the wise have whispered. "They'll never get Weiss!" Last week panting newsboys shouted before New Orleans' great Roosevelt Hotel, "They've got Weiss! They've got Weiss!" Every citizen knew what they meant...
...over the State, plunging into account books like alligators plopping in a bayou, were investigators, Federal. State and parish. They were probing WPA irregularities, PWA irregularities, use of the mails to defraud, income-tax evasion and fraud, defalcations and irregularities in L. S. U. construction, evasions of the Connally "hot oil" law, what happens to the famed 5% deductions from all State employes' paychecks, and everything else they could think...
...Presidential boomlets, that of patient Secretary of Agriculture Henry Agard Wallace has probably laid the biggest egg. Weary Mr. Wallace, toiling like Tantalus in Hades, has pushed the farm problem up the hill countless times, only to have it roll back and crush him anew each & every time. Trapped in a six-year mesh of cumbrous grabbag legislation, alternately burned by droughts* and swamped by bounteous Nature's overproduction, still he comes up with a dogged smile, pushes his greying cowlick out of his eyes, and tackles the irresistible forces with new enthusiasm. But still U. S. farmers rate...