Word: reds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...only other contest on the week's card, Penn shut out Columbia as its Sophomore right hander, Tony Caputo, turned in a one-bitter, but the Red and Blue remained in sixth place. It was the season's finale for the Lions, who finished in the League cellar...
...morning he had addressed 135 members of the Winnipeg Board of Trade at a good-will breakfast. The Governor's plump wife had spent several hours dressing for her presentation to the King and Queen. The Governor had donned his cutaway and striped trousers, plastered down his bright red hair...
...newspaperman's nightmare-the awful thing that sometimes happens to newspapers that jump the gun. As Governor Stassen and his lady stepped into line to do their handshaking, a guard tapped the Governor on the shoulder, asked him to step aside. The Governor, his face as red as his hair, handed the guard a card. The guard sent it to Manitoba's Premier John Bracken, who was standing beside the King and Queen. Before the card reached the premier an aide took it, gave it one glance, laid it aside. The presentation ceremony ended minus the quick, warm...
Longest and liveliest part of the story tells of Glenn's shattering experiences as a Red trade-union organizer in a Southern coal strike (resembling that of Harlan County in 1931). When two deputies are shot, mass arrests hit both the Red union and its rival. Glenn, who is nearly killed by vigilantes, urges a united-front defense. But Comrade Silverstone, of Manhattan, sneers: "There's too much of the artist in you, Sandy." Silverstone says they will take care of their own comrades, let the others, who are "politically undeveloped," take care of themselves. Their own comrades...
...last salty drops on a wind-dried body. Tonight down by the river--a hundred rivers--the earth will remember how to spring again. Somewhere the sun will shine, and great clouds trundle away or crumble in the blue like fallen ramparts. Somewhere a housewife will wipe her red hands upon her apron and smile down at the first bewildering crocus. Along Marlborough Street the neat old gentlemen will have belatedly hung up their Chesterfields and derbies. Somewhere, yes. But here? Here there is a terrifying notice posted. So swivel your eyes and your thoughts back to this book...