Word: localize
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Latching onto the 1,000 employees of Roto-Broil Corp. (electric broilers), one crooked local was so helpful as to allow the management (1956 gross: $10 million) to keep about $23,000 in check-off dues. In most other instances Dio-controlled "unions" were nothing beyond fronts for extortion thugs, who sent their worried victims into the arms of Equitable Research Associates, Inc. For handsome fees Equitable saw to it that employers were never bothered by Dio's union organizers. Equitable's boss: Johnny...
Johnny Dio's man-eating sharks were everywhere, fanning out among makers of dog food, candy, zippers; they even swarmed around crucifix platers, printers, toilet-seat reconditioners, stone setters. In most instances the "organizers" operated under phony union local charters that were traceable to Dio, and ultimately to Teamster Union Big Shot Jimmy Hoffa...
...strong-arm thug when he and an uncle muscled into the garment trucking industry, worked his way (after a stretch in Sing Sing) up into the labor rackets in a queer way. First he ran a few little dress-manufacturing shops. Then he took over a New York local of the foundering United Auto Workers (A.F.L.). With help from Jimmy Hoffa as well as the union's International Secretary-Treasurer Anthony Doria, Dio surrounded himself with mobsters who had grown tired of robbery, bookmaking and drugpushing...
...paid to Dio, the com mittee showed last week, was really peanuts. In 1956 Chicago Labor Racketeer Angelo Inciso was also told to get out of the union. Angelo took $300,000 and his local, is still going strong in Chicago. And only this year Tony Doria himself was bought out by the union with 1) a new Cadillac, 2) $25,000, and 3) promissory notes for $55,000 more. He is now suing for payment of the notes...
...hung the studio walls with his own well-executed paintings-a wide-hipped nude, Harlem street scenes, an oil portrait that markedly resembled Khrushchev-stocked up on mystery novels and books on Degas and Van Gogh, sipped his brandy neat at the nearby Music Box bar. He read the local papers and, occasionally, The New Yorker. Sometimes he helped the building janitor make wiring repairs. Said one bemused neighbor later: "He didn't look as if he had a nickel. You'd never take...