Word: londoners
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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From Newport, Wales, to London is roughly 200 miles by road, and by road a small army of 400 unemployed miners, old men with sticks and young men with fresh complexions, set out last week to present a petition "in boots" to Parliament calling attention to the suffering and distress in the Welsh coal mines...
There was a sharp tang in the cold, raw air as they started merrily to such songs as the "International" and the "Red Flag." Leading the procession were red flags and the two banners which read: "On to London, the seat of our trouble" and "We demand bread for our people, justice for the miners." All were stoutly shod and all carried an extra pair of "boots." A rolling kitchen and a motor truck filled with supplies followed them, and there was an ambulance with well-trained male nurses to look after sore and swollen feet...
...financed the march? None other than that fire-eating "devil-dog" "Emperor" A. J. Cook, General Secretary of the Miners' Federation, who spent months raising the necessary funds. But where was the "Emperor"? Not among the marchers, but far away in London attending to "urgent business." True, he did wire the "boys" that he would be with them for a Sunday, but what is one day out of the 12 that the "army" expected to take to accomplish its journey? These were some of the questions and answers of supercilious critics...
Went the army on toward London...
...among others the "lorgnettes" through which Yale peers foggily at Harvard. We listen to jokes in which the protagonists are Harvard men, laugh, do not seek to reason why so-and-so went there kid so-and-so for having gone there, bet on the football game, the New London classic event, win, lose, forget all about it. I should expect to find neatly pressed clothing, red neckties, large wardrobes, pocket books and imaginations prevalent among the undergraduate body. I should realize, having quit the laissez-faire atmosphere of Yale for the savoir-faire atmosphere of Harvard, my intellectual inferiority...