Word: torrent
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Sputnik I, and U.S. missile progress was continuing apace. The U.S. Capitol, seething with the great labor-reform battle, was buried in a Niagara of mail from the home folks. Western Union's Capitol branch put its employees on a twelve-hour overtime schedule to handle the torrent of telegrams. (Higher above Capitol Hill, workmen discovered that the Goddess of Freedom on top of the dome was coming apart at the seams, and a bronze girdle was ordered to pull her together again...
...rain had been falling for hours on the sleeping coastal village of Houlung. Too late, he rushed down to the sea wall-to find the dike watchmen asleep and the water pouring through. By the time he got back to rouse the sleeping village, the torrent was already waisthigh. That night Tsai and 29 others of Houlung's 100 people died...
Teamsters Boss Jimmy Hoffa did his personal bit to uphold his union's reputation last week as he barked through an eight-hour sitting before Arkansas' John McClellan's labor rackets committee, chewed out a torrent of words that filled almost 400 pages of transcript. When he was finally excused. Boss Hoffa walked out of the hearings no more damaged-and not a whit nearer to respectability-than when he first sat down...
...make an inflationary settlement, i.e., one in which wage increases would be so big that they would force price increases. To prove how serious he felt about the dangers of inflation, Ike last week vetoed a housing bill because he considered it inflationary. His words-and a torrent of warnings from every quarter-had awakened the nation to the perils of new inflation. As it met with labor last week in Manhattan's Roosevelt Hotel, steel management was keenly aware of that peril-and of a second danger that followed directly from it: a growing threat to American steel...
...like old times. John Llewellyn Lewis, hair still flying in the draft of that old invisible vacuum cleaner, stomped majestically into the solidly packed House Caucus Room, took his place at the microphone, glowered briefly at his audience, and unleashed a torrent of colorful abuse against all the labor-reform bills now before Congress. The years had left their mark on the old ham: the massive shoulders were stooped, the magnificent mop of hair had turned white, and the hedgerow eyebrows were frosted with grey. But John L. Lewis, now in his 80th year, was the same ferocious old firebreather...