Word: mightly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...some 18,000 votes. (The day after the election, Mayor Kenny received a small parcel from Wene's press secretary. Contents: a catsup-stained, seven-inch carving knife and a message: "Dear John: I pulled this out of Wene's back this morning; I thought you might need it for future reference...
...many organizations which wanted to abolish the tax-including church, labor, Negro and veterans' groups-fought the Byrd machine's proposal as complicated and dishonest. They feared that the blank-check authority it granted the Byrd-controlled legislature to set up new voting requirements might prove more harmful to their cause than the present $1.so-a-year poll tax. ¶In Texas, a straight anti-poll-tax 2 amendment went down by a 24,000-vote margin. ¶Campaign strategists for Senator Robert Taft got off to a flying start in the 1950 elections by steering through...
...argued that Airman Crommelin was famous as a flyer and fighting man, and that Crommelin's impetuous and reckless revolt against civilian control had made him the darling of half the officers in the service. It seemed quite possible that a court-martial might make him both a hero and a martyr. It was certain to stir up new publicity (Lieut. Commander Walter Winchell, U.S.N.R., had rushed a New York lawyer to Washington to defend Crommelin...
Federal Judge Harold R. Medina, 61, who thought he might be able to take it easy once the nine-month-long Communist trial ended last month, had met a slight delay: he tried to read 50,000 congratulatory letters, arranged for acknowledging them. Last week, after taking in the Princeton-Yale game, he and his wife set off for a three-month vacation at an unannounced destination. Said he: "I'm not going to make any speeches anywhere or run for anything. What I want to do most is to rest...
...crossed quick pulses of raucous sound; then he caught one of the noise-streams and stopped to listen. "Let's switch down to the field now and liear the Harvard Band. . ." Vag snickered. He had better things to do. He started to turn it off, but then stopped. He might as well hear the score. There was a loud caw from the radio at the kickoff. Vag paused for a moment, clutching the book in his hand, and jumped to his feet. He held the book at arm's length, released it, and kicked it in a neat line against...