Word: sidewalk
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Outside, 63 United Auto Workers pickets tromped the sidewalk, brandished their placards ("No peace with piecework"), chanted their songs ("Ailes is a horse thief, we shall not be moved"). As a 25-man detachment of Detroit's riot squad roared up in answer to Husband Ailes's summons, the marchers hopefully switched their lyrics: "The police will protect us, we shall not be moved." But police were moved to hustle them off-in patrol wagons...
...Carnival Week, as in any week, the most spectacular figure in Memphis was still 71-year-old Mister Crump. When he passed, in a gleaming new Chrysler, sidewalk idlers gawked as if they had spied the Mad Mullah of Tud, nose ring and all, cracking pecans on the Hope Diamond. Ed Crump did not ignore them. As he rode on casual journeys through his domain he watched the pavements as sharply as a kingfisher hunting shiners; his pink face lighted at the first sign of recognition. If people turned, he snatched a wide-brimmed grey hat from his ear-long...
...chill autumn twilight, Pedro Pisani, citizen of Buenos Aires, sat on the sidewalk before his three-room suburban home, sipped unsugared mate (South American tea), and considered his lot. He was worried about the future. Argentine-born son of Italian immigrants, father of three, mild-mannered Pedro had worked for 20 years or more in the offices of Gath & Chaves, a big downtown department store. Until two years ago he earned $50 a month. Since then, Juan Perón's election-time decrees (and the store's voluntary raises) had upped his pay to $63. Still...
...chasing April out of Paris' sidewalk cafés last week. And to certify, for the 15 8th year, that spring had really arrived, the Salon opened in Paris' Palais de New York (the erstwhile Palais de Tokyo). It was the usual grab-bag of more and less competent academicians which gallery-goers had learned to expect...
Since the end of gas rationing, Harvard pedestrians have protested their traditional role as fair game for Cambridge drivers. Once again the old cartoon of the staid Brahmin matron squatting for a running start across the Square touches sympathetic notes among the local sidewalk gentry. Professor William Yandell Elliott's prewar guess that no battle could be quite so dangerous as crossing Harvard Square during rush hour did not consider the possibilities of the Atom Bomb, but the analogy is still too close for comfort...