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Enter McNear. One of the few is big, brash George Plummer McNear Jr., 50, president of the Toledo, Peoria & Western R.R. An individualist to the last ounce of his 200 lb., Railroader McNear has fought the Brotherhood rules for 15 years. But he finally ran into the U.S. Government. After a bloody three-month strike last winter, the U.S. Government kicked him out of office, seized...
This week McNear was still unreconstructed. He refused to show up at Government-sponsored arbitration proceedings in Chicago, was probably playing tennis on his $65,000 indoor court in Peoria instead. He had one reason to feel good: two weeks ago-in the first case of its kind-he was acquitted of criminal violation of the Railway Labor Act. But McNear never expected to lose...
...rugged individualist George P. McNear Jr., president of the Toledo, Peoria & Western Railroad, the President dispatched a final request for arbitration of a 77-day-old strike. George McNear sent back a wire that made Washington eyebrows jump: "Greatly appreciate if you will permit me to present [my reply] in person. . . . Can be in Washington Friday morning. . . . Would thank you to let me know time to be at your office." The President sent an ultimatum. George McNear sent back a 77-page collect telegram, refusing to arbitrate. The President thereupon seized the railroad, cracked an important transportation bottleneck around Chicago...
Varsity Basketball vs. Bradley Polytechnic Institute at Peoria...
...little, wrote less: he had always been deeply taciturn. His life began to flow away like the River, and he was taken almost as much for granted. In the bustling civilization which he had done so much to bring to the Valley, he was almost like one of those Peoria Indians he used to see standing on the river front at Ste. Genevieve, wrapped in their blankets, waiting. "No one, not even the Indians themselves, knew what they were waiting for ... perhaps for this unreality of white men and white ways to pass, for felled forest to stand again...