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...Hepburn Liberals held 72 at the time of dissolution. "Mitch" claims he will win 70 or more, but last week in Toronto best guesses were that he will get about 50, thus emerging from the polls with a five-year majority, but hardly with the overwhelming majority a Pocket Dictator craves...
...neighborhood's swank apartment house, defy a flatfoot (policeman), beat the dickens out of a rich kid (Charles Peck), plan a gang war. When the rich kid's old man tries to have Tommy pinched for copping his son's watch Tommy slashes him with a pocket knife and runs away. Interspersed in this frieze of juvenile delinquency are adult characters whose unanimous disillusionment adds the last drop of poison to this bitter scene, notably Tommy's sister Drina (Sylvia Sidney) who is picketing for a wage high enough to enable her to move Tommy...
...every day. So when Gomez started to walk out onto the field last week to warm up for the game he was scheduled to pitch against the Senators, the Yankees' bulky manager, Joe McCarthy, approached him with a sympathetic look on his face and a telegram in his pocket, told him that his mother was dead. "You don't have to pitch today, fella," said McCarthy. ''Your time's your own until you feel like working." After a silence Lefty Gomez replied: "I'll go out there, Joe. It would make me feel better...
...neither Labor's Hillman nor the Association's Attorney & Organizer David Cole would say, but the conference was followed by another next day. And from this session, which lasted until 2 a. m., Mr. Hillman emerged with a smile on his face and a contract in his pocket. First step toward stabilization, it agreed to union recognition, $18 weekly minimum for weavers and $15 for other less experienced workers, a 40-hr., 5-day week, time-&-a-half overtime...
...elderly eccentric rose, phoned for a bellboy, and gathered his last-minute personal effects into the pocket of his waistcoat. We accompanied him down to the street, where a victoria was drawn up at the curb, the driver waiting by the head of his old cob. Cameras clicked as Tilley stepped into the carriage and sat down. He held his brassie at his side, stiffly, like a sword. By his side sat a pretty girl, who welcomed him to the carriage and made him comfortable...