Word: trails
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...elsewhere in the U. S. The Pacific Coast is still generations closer to frontier days than any other part of the country. Its businessmen, not inoculated with the chronic malaria of labor trouble, see Red at every labor agitation. Some of them hate labor unions with the hate their trail-blazing fathers had for Indians on the warpath. And they do not flinch from rough & tumble with their enemies. Labor, too, has still something of the, devil-may-care spirit of the dance halls and the lumber camps...
SHADOW ON THE WALL-H. C. Bailey-Crime Club ($2). Mr. Fortune foresees strange events, solves murder, finds a dope trail, in conversational innuendo, in his first book-length story...
...Riza spent the closing hours of his visit to Istanbul last week with Turkish generals bent over staff maps showing the new strategic motor roads and railways of Turkey and Persia. Ten years ago there was no railway striking east from Ankara toward Persia and nothing but a caravan trail running west from Teheran toward Turkey. There is no through railway yet but the motor road over which His Majesty zipped from Teheran through Tabriz and Erzerum to the Turkish coast at Trebizond is now in prime shape to become an artery of heavy trucking and carry Persian carpets...
...land for the landless and, in general, impose upon them added responsibility for their own welfare. Solemnly the Indian chiefs listened to Commissioner Collier. Some rejoiced at his proposals while others objected bitterly. Reactions: Edward Quick Bear (Rosebud Sioux): The old way leads to the end of the trail. We can lose nothing by trying the new way. Harry Whiteman (Crow): I have been told the Commissioner's heart is in this bill. I also have a heart and my heart is with the welfare of my people. . . . Don't cram this bill down our throats, Mr. Commissioner...
...traced Tom Jensen down to Seattle, heard that he had raffled off a nugget bracelet belonging to Sweet Marie on the boat, had cashed the gold dust at the Seattle assay office. His trail led down to San Francisco, across through Texas, faded in New Jersey...