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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...labor practice, members were interested in a blistering telegram sent by New York Regional Director Elinore Herrick to Chairman Madden: "I protest the method of investigation which has been pursued in the New York regional office . . . behind locked doors, in secrecy and in a thoroughly objectionable manner . . . the procedure one might expect from the OGPU...
From the testimony emerged the picture of the Board's headaches with its own employes-one too zealous, another with a weakness for drink, good men in the wrong positions, some suspicious of their fellow employes, some mixed in obscure political doings, some incompetent but devoted, some clever but unreliable-the same tangled problems of personnel that industry has faced...
...years later Lumberman George T. Webb heard about these pines, took a look, last September bought up the stock of the Rugby Land Co. for $15,000. Soon his loggers began to fell the timber on the outskirts of the tract, getting closer & closer to the little village, until one pine crashed across the church fence. Aroused, tree lovers, historians, librarians of Tennessee, the few surviving Rugbyans protested. To their appeal for help, Congressman Bruce Barton of New York, who was born nine 'miles from Rugby, wired earnestly but distantly: "Only God can make a tree and it takes...
...that he was 250 miles from the explosion scene at the time. But careful detective work placed his car near the Miller house that night; established his purchase of a case of dynamite in March 1938 in Shreveport, La.; proved by dust analysis that dynamite had been carried in one of Wyatt's suitcases found...
There are 13 Atlantas in the U. S., but only one mattered last week.* Atlanta, Ga. was the place where Gone With the Wind opened (see p. 30); where Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh passed by and the Negroes said: "I seen 'em!"; where Banker Robert Strickland wept for Melanie and said: "By God, I'm not ashamed"; where young ladies in their grandmas' crinolines and young bucks in fawn vests and pantaloons skittered through Peachtree Street and Henry Grady Square at dawn; where old, old people remembered the Battle of Atlanta and Sherman and the flames...