Word: rails
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...assigned accommodations or facilities so designated as to imply his inherent inferiority solely because of his race must be regarded under present conditions as unreasonable. Also, he is entitled to be free of annoyances, some petty and some substantial, which almost inevitably accompany segregation, even though the rail carriers . . . sincerely try to provide both races with equally convenient and comfortable cars and waiting rooms...
Sneaking Through. The bull rings gave Willie a concentrated course in his new craft. "On small tracks," says Willie, "you learn a lot about manipulating. If you can't sneak through on the rail you're not going to win. You learn to save ground, to steal it; if an opening pops up on the rail, you learn to drop in there quick. A lot of tired old horses run on the bull rings, but you learn you can win on 'em if you can get 'em to duck in or out at the right moment...
...McGinnis chided New Yorkers for "being satisfied to travel in the subways like pigs," homeward-bound commuters last week were packed like porkers into Grand Central Terminal (see cut), awaiting trains delayed more than two hours by a locomotive fire on McGinnis' New York, New Haven & Hartford Rail Road. The fire snarled 20 New Haven trains and 21 New York Central trains that use the same tracks into Grand Central. It was the latest and one of the longest New Haven delays since McGinnis won a heated proxy fight and took over the road in April...
Judge Aldrich began hearing a rail road injury liability suit last Friday. This case, which is being tried before a jury, must be completed before another can be begun or resumed, John F. Davis, assistant clerk of the Federal District Court assigned to Aldrich, explained last night. The railroad trial reopens today...
Next, while the voters pressed close to the porch rail to watch, the official ceremoniously counted the blank ballots. Then he picked up the varnished wooden ballot box, held it aloft like a magician doing a trick. "Is it empty?" he asked. "Empty, empty," came the chorused reply. "There is no cheating?" "No cheating," chanted the voters, "no cheating." Sharp at 8 a.m., the official called the name of the first voter, a wizened, crippled man of 95. He limped to the palm-leaf voting booth, spread the ballot over a sandbag, hesitated for several minutes, then carefully punched...