Word: manly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Ordinarily Byrd's steamroller would flatten a man like Miller with ease. But two other conservative candidates might divide Harry Byrd's traditional bloc of 110,000 to 130,000 machine-turned votes. They were Horace Edwards, 46, former mayor of Richmond, who broke with the machine last year when Byrd tried to keep Harry Truman's name off Virginia's ballot ; and Remmie L. Arnold, a pen & pencil maker and inveterate "joiner" (he is slated to become Imperial Potentate of the Shrine...
...sweltering evening, the shouts from the union hall on Kansas City's Main Street could be heard almost a block away. There was a crash of glass, and some bodies hurtled out onto the tile roof. One man dropped to the lawn, then dashed back upstairs to rejoin the fighting. Congressmen Leonard Irving, who is also president and business agent of Kansas City's Hod Carriers' Building and Common Laborers' Union (A.F.L.), was talking things over with his rank & file...
...room, bedlam broke loose. Men seized chairs, smashed them over the heads of their opponents. Knives flashed. One member leaped to protect Irving, was deeply slashed for his pains. Before the police arrived, 25 men had been cut. "We'll get you at the next meeting," yelled one man as Irving was escorted out by police. There would not be another meeting, retorted "Two-Cadillac" Irving as he boarded a plane back to Washington, "until this thing quiets down...
...They're Animals." Standing in the bright floodlights at the entrance, Mickey made a fine target. A burst of shotgun fire came from behind a signboard across the street. Special Agent Cooper, the man who was going to guard Mickey, toppled over with two slugs in his belly. Miss David was hit three times. A Cohen lieutenant dropped with a slug in his kidney, screaming. Only Mickey stood silent, without moan or shout. He had been drilled through the right shoulder...
...lugubrious little man for whom life has suddenly become unbearably complex, Mickey sat up in his hospital room in powder-blue pajamas, his arm strapped up in a sling. Snapped Mickey: "I set myself up four nights in a row as a clay pigeon. [Attorney General] Howser must have had a hell of a tip." He was sure it was not a local bookie ("Every bookie in this town is a very close personal friend of mine," said Mickey firmly), nor imported Eastern gunmen. "I call New York, Chicago and Cleveland regular," said Mickey. "I'm a well-informed...