Word: sugars
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...some circles in Scranton, Pa., talk of sugar in the gas tank or the stench of a stink bomb is likely to evoke gales of laughter. It also evoked interest on the part of Senator John McClellan's labor-rackets investigating committee, which followed its nose to the aroma and found-rotten eggs in Scranton's building-trades and teamsters unions. See NATIONAL AFFAIRS, The Ungentle...
Some of the Scranton union tactics were as simple as a tooth-busting fist. Others were more ingenious; e.g., threatening to douse the milk, eggs and butter of a nonunion dairy truck with kerosene, and pouring sugar into the gasoline tank of a steam roller on a highway construction job. (One of the goons gave his left-over sugar to a girl friend for household use.) Soft-spoken William E. Cochran, a construction foreman for a nonunion firm, told how the threats of union goons drove him to the Scranton city solicitor. James McNulty, for protection. McNulty, it turned...
...Sugar & Arrows. By that time, some Aurorans were voicing a lusty opinion of Egan's stewardship. They stuffed sugar into the gas tank of his auto, burned him in effigy, shot flaming arrows into his six-room house. The arrows, some said, came from Indians. "Many people are mad at the mayor," explained one man. "I do not see why the Indians should be excluded...
...with modern architecture, an up-to-date airport (with cotton planted between the runways) and a home-grown crop of millionaires. The small farmer-owners, grown suddenly prosperous, make good customers for the show windows filled with gleaming new appliances and U.S.-made farm machines. Los Mochis, the sugar-mill center of the Fuerte valley, is just beginning to awaken. A new hotel is going up, and the streets are due for a coat of asphalt as soon as sewer lines are laid...
...morning in 1840 in Grand Coteau, La., a young mother shooed her 2½-year-old son outside to play with his big Newfoundland dog. Somehow, tumbling about with the dog, the boy got too near a boiling sugar vat and fell in. He was 43 hours dying. In his mother's diary, his death and the long watch at his bedside are recorded in three stark words: "Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice...