Word: sat
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Five Southern Democrats and four Republicans sat smiling at a lady one day last week in the cramped, dim-lit House Rules committee-room on the third floor of the Capitol. The nine smug gentlemen, key bloc of the conservative coalition now dominating the House, could afford to be gracious to hard-plugging Mary Norton, Labor committee chairlady, because they had just finished trampling roughshod over...
Buxom Mrs. Norton, no tearful, bumbling matron but a toughened politician of Mayor Frank Hague's hard-boiled Jersey City school, well knew what was about to happen. For while her New Deal colleague, ancient Adolph Sabath of Illinois, sat at the head of the long billiard-baized table as Rules Chairman, all eyes watched the committee's real overseer, Eugene ("Goober") Cox of Georgia, head hatchet-man of the conservatives...
...next morning, only one man knew how hot would be the words at that session. This was Labormaster John L. Lewis, the first-and next-to-last-witness. Solemnly and heavily he sat in the witness-chair, his coal-miner's pallor* heightened by his rumpled white suit, a Havana perfecto gripped deep in his big chops. In his usual low rumble he began to speak. Gradually the rumble rolled up into a basso roar as his jowls filled with rage. He pounded the committee-table till the ashtrays jumped, then exploded in a statement which will be remembered...
...strike a blow for liberty" and chases with a little "branch-water" out of the faucet. He has never been seen drunk or even lightly groggy. After 6 p. m. for some 15 years he has either played a few hands of rummy with his wife-secretary, Ettie, or sat with her on the Washington Hotel roof, his belt loosened, his high-laced shoes cocked on the railing, deliberately picking his teeth and yawning. Never later than 9:30 p. m. he is in bed, barring only one or two top social functions of the year...
Having said his say, John Lewis, still pale, sat all that afternoon out at his huge walnut desk in the palatial United Mine Workers building, drumming fingers steadily on his desk, speaking gruffly and seldom...