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...music of the git-fiddle thrummed through the hot Georgia night, setting nerves to throbbing in the little town of Euharlee. In the harsh, yellow light of a lantern, youthful Gordon Miller cried aloud: "I ain't had this power but about a month now. But I got the power now-I got the 'nointing!" From the box beside him came the whirring buzz of a rattlesnake. Cried Miller: "The word of God says: 'In my name . . . they shall take up serpents, and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them...
...freight charges. The industry contends the basing point setup is virtually F.O.B. mill. Steelmen were also quick to point out that they had been using the present system since 1924, when FTC outlawed the "Pittsburgh plus" system, which made Pittsburgh the basing point for the whole country. They suspected aloud that all the sudden hollering was just a political maneuver to take housewives' minds off high prices at the corner grocery...
...Senate committee that the steel industry had embarked on a program of "planned scarcity calculated to enhance profits and to fortify their monopoly." The charge was echoed by Henry Wallace's New Republic: "Despite the fact that other industries such as oil and container manufacturers are crying aloud that their work is hampered by a lack of steel, the steel industry has refused to expand . . . content with current high profits and fearful of another depression...
...years at Princeton, thousands of students had come to know George McLean Harper-and hundreds never forgot him. They had listened to his dry, earnest voice over a classroom lectern, or heard him read aloud a favorite poet in his sun-patched garden. They knew him as an erect and kindly man who loved all that was good in men & books. Sometimes, over milk and cakes in his garden, he would begin a quiet discussion of Milton or Sainte-Beuve, and would soon become so excited by a point that his chair would scarcely hold him. But his natural dignity...
Scott had come to the little crossroads farming town, a year ago as a lay preacher for the new Methodist Church. He had a nose for sin. His eyes gleamed behind his rimless glasses, and his tongue was like a two-edged sword. He cried aloud for the citizens of Rose City to repent. They went to movies and dances, he stormed. While the kids played baseball on Sunday, he prayed in church for rain to stop them...