Word: rank
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Taps. His troubles were still multiplying. In Manhattan, a federal court ordered Hoffa to stand trial promptly on charges of perjury and wire tapping. And in Washington, 13 rank-and-file union members were awarded a preliminary injunction preventing Hoffa and his newly elected fellow officers from assuming their new jobs. If the plaintiffs win their suit and prove that the Hoffa gang was illegally elected, new elections, supervised by court-appointed officials, will probably be ordered. By that time, James Riddle Hoffa might not be available for candidacy...
Forbes took a gamble on the growing national discontent over big-labor brass, tagged Meyner as a tool of the state's C.I.O. bosses, hoped thereby to pick up some rank-and-file votes. He played relentlessly on Meyner's record budget (up $21 million since Meyner took office), warned New Jersey to "Get a new governor or get new taxes." For his part, Democrat Meyner continued to campaign like a man with his ears plugged. Confident that he would win, he did everything he could to avoid rocking the boat. Anxious to prove that he could...
...even more brainless than they are." The only cure for such a situation, according to Parkinson, is the old Trojan Horse ploy: "An individual of merit penetrates the outer defenses . . . babbling about golf and giggling feebly, losing documents and forgetting names . . . Only when he has reached high rank does he suddenly throw off the mask . . . With shrill screams of dismay the high executives find ability right there in the midst of them...
...Masters voiced skepticism and rank opposition yesterday to the advisibility of easing restrictions on moving out of the Houses, a problem now being weighed by a sub-committee of the Administrative Board. The liberalizing of this rule has been suggested as an answer to the forced commuter problem and the overcrowding in the Houses...
...most gala evening of the London season, and everyone was having a lovely time-everyone, that is, but a certain young lady. Beautifully gowned, as pretty of face and form as any in the room, she sat in regal isolation, helplessly frozen in the icy formality of unapproachable rank, her eagerness to dance hidden under a fagade of gracious half smiles. At last, the only person in the'room able to do so decided on drastic action. Bearing down on a stag line of diffident lordlings, he seized one by the arm and muttered: "For God's sake...