Word: mined
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...worry, 'cause you know nothing is going to happen. Some nights I don't even feel safe in the bunker. I've seen guys at night just crying. Let the guy cry. It's helping him. I cried. Two good buddies of mine got hit, but it's over with and you can't keep thinking about it." He does think about it, though, and about the terrible loneliness of war. "The only ones who even worry about you are your mother, your pa and your girl," he says...
Through four stormy decades, he was absolute sovereign of the men who worked the mines. To them he was a savior. His demagogic, often ruthless tactics alienated other Americans from Presidents on down. He gloried in playing the heavy in the drama of labor's awakening. When his sonorous voice boomed "Strike!", the nation's cartoonists went to work etching his famous eyebrows to give him a demonic visage. "I have pleaded your case," he told his miners, "not in the quavering tones of a feeble mendicant asking alms, but in the thundering voice of the captain...
...Lewis became president of the United Mine Workers, a post he was to hold until 1960. During his first decade as union chief, economic conditions and his own mistakes almost destroyed the U.M.W. Faced with difficulties, he sought to offset bad publicity by launching a witch hunt for supposed Communists in the union. Between 1920 and 1930, dues-paying membership shrank from more than 400,000 to fewer than...
...article published in the 1964 issue of the Harvard Review which commemmorated the latter's death, the article and his conversations make it clear that he does not consider himself qualified to judge. "It's too close," he says. "I still consider it Perry's business as well as mine, and for that reason I dislike speaking about it." The pair will probably never be untangled, intellectually or emotionally. They were, it seems, two great friends who also happened to be a father and son. One imagines them wandering into the Square after a mug or two at the Wursthaus...
Somewhere along the line I paid my tutor a visit, and found him incredibly depressed. His politics, I had long realized, were not mine--but he was a good guy and he was together and damn smart. And I found him calling radical "criminals" and talking about a wave of "anti-intellectualism" sweeping the University. He pointed out that even some of the most liberal Faculty people in the social sciences had opposed the Heimert resolution, which passed, he said, only with the votes of a lot of biologists and physicists who weren't going to have anything...