Word: smoked
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...smoke and noise of Tuesday night's five-hour Student Union session two facts emerge: the H.S.U. will not be governed by Communists during the coming year; and it has cut itself loose from Russia's apron strings and passed a somewhat hamstrung condemnation of Russian aggression. But these decisions will not cure the H.S.U. of red spots before the eyes, a malady which has reached epidemic proportions in all liberal groups...
...Student Union after Christmas, relations with Russia will again develop into a storm-center. Already a hundred New York chapters have decided to stick by the Party Line. But on a national vote dissension will break out through the Student Union. If the Party Line still holds after the smoke has cleared, no choice remains for Harvard but to cut its strings with the parent organization...
...models were coming out. Chrysler unionists voted, 25,402 to 2,030, to make it a formal strike when & if their leaders wished. But only at the Dodge plant, in the seventh week, was a formal strike called. Why Peace? The bad news from Detroit had been like powder smoke to U. S. Attorney General Frank Murphy, who was Michigan's "sitdown Governor." With Franklin Roosevelt, he talked over the enormous monetary and social losses, the discredit cast on Labor's political friends. C. I. O.'s Vice Presidents Philip Murray and Sidney Hillman got telephone calls...
This quality, however, is perhaps necessary to the grandeur of the total effect. Sandburg's prose is mostly direct, savored, terse, with scarcely a perfunctory or a pretentious sentence. If it had a smell it would be leaf smoke on an Illinois dirt road in November. Closely-knit to the material, it has almost none of the lyric blurring of The Prairie Years (where he wrote of Nancy Hanks as "sad with sorrow like dark stars in blue mist"). Because Sandburg has been compared often to Walt Whitman, his mature portrait of Walt is instructive: "Undersized, with graying whiskers...
Harbert, Mich., is a crossroads town about 60 miles east of Chicago across the lake. To get there you have to drive through the gritty desolation of South Chicago, through Gary, where in autumn the blast furnaces at night make a glowering sheet lightning, through the smoke of Michigan City and into clean air again, along Lake Michigan behind some of the biggest sand dunes in the world. Carl Sandburg's place is on top of a dune a mile or so from the Harbert post office. On the land side the house is a triple decker...