Word: state
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Wesley Powell, sulked in his tent. Reason: Powell had the offer of an honorary chairmanship of the Nixon campaign, and he wanted to be full chairman, with control of plans and funds. Last week, mindful of serious clankings in the one-ring New Hampshire tent of Nelson Rockefeller, the state's Nixon forces gave in, gave Powell his chairmanship and urged him to get the show on the road...
Behind the bow to Powell lay a close reading of the Granite State's grass roots by a Nixon scouting team. Conclusion: though Nixon is a heavy favorite, Powell's personal following (judged to be worth 10% of the vote) would insure a thumping victory over Likely Challenger Rockefeller, whose backers are primed to cry "Nixon can't win" if their man comes close to winning in the primary. Also rumors were flying that the Governor had also had the offer of the national chairmanship of Rocky's campaign in exchange for his support. Reportedly under...
Next morning, Chairman Powell climbed into his howdah, told newsmen he would preside at pro-Nixon gatherings throughout the state, whether strategy sessions or crossroads rallies. Personable Wes Powell's sweeping sense of authority was evident as he chaired his first board of directors' meeting; behind him hung a chart showing the Governor at the top of the organizational pyramid...
...sights set on the governorship again in 1960 and Cotton's Senate seat in 1962, Powell plainly wanted the state to see who was heading the parade. Just as plainly, if anything should go wrong with the Nixon vote in New Hampshire, the state could look forward to the biggest pile-up since a freight train hit Barnum & Bailey's "Jumbo...
...rainy November day in 1957, droves of sleek cars with out-of-state license plates swept through the tiny (pop. 280) upstate New York town of Apalachin (pronounced apple-achin') and converged on the secluded hilltop estate of Joseph Barbara, a beer distributor known to be high up in the underworld. His curiosity pricked by the procession of strange Cadillacs and Imperials, an alert state cop called agents of the Treasury Department's Alcohol Tax Unit in Albany. Surrounding the 53-acre estate, policemen halted 63 carefully tailored men-some at a roadblock, others fleeing through dense woods...