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...necessary, forcefully since Dr. Dollfuss is now in a position to use force. The fact that many of the Socialists in Austria could be so blind as to join the Nazis merely indicates the dazed stupefaction of a working class movement which dreamed a beautiful dream--but suddenly woke up to face the bared teeth of an angered capitalism...
...Brewery Workers Union, a dormant allied organization which woke up when beer came back, was ready to quit the Federation when it found that its teamsters, engineers and firemen were about to be handed over to the jurisdiction of A. F. of L. teamsters', engineers' and firemen's unions. The Amalgamated Clothing Workers, a strong independent organization with 130,000 members, was ready to add its numbers to the A. F. of L. But there was a hitch. A. F. of L.'s United Garment Workers demanded that Amalgamated unionists stitch no men's clothes...
...ordinary young Midlander except for two things: he had no girl and he had a job. His job was on the night shift of a chemical plant: he had to keep awake, watch gauges, see that no fire started. One night, after one too many drinks, he fell asleep, woke just in time to check a threatening blaze a short-circuit had started. Because a feature-writer for the London Tribune happened to be in the vicinity and short of copy, Charlie became a hero overnight. He left his job, went to London to be lionized, photographed, interviewed, presented with...
...recovery program was on the verge of being engulfed in a tidal wave of labor disputes, one evening last week as National Recovery Administrator Johnson climbed into a trimotored Army plane in Washington and flew off for a midnight meeting with President Roosevelt at Hyde Park. When General Johnson woke up next morning in Poughkeepsie's Nelson Hotel the coal strike had been called off for the time being. The recovery program was again moving forward on an even keel. By his night flight General Johnson had not only patched up a strike truce but had also hornswoggled...
December was hateful and the squalling brat always woke up at six o'clock in the morning and had to be quieted. He walked the floor thinking of all the damned stupid calls he would have to make. He couldn't find a sharp razor blade and his eyes smarted. He cut himself painfully on the lip, and couldn't find a shoe-horn. The coffee always tasted stale the way he made it, and he away fried the eggs too long so that they were greasy and brown. The morning paper wouldn't stay propped up against the sugar...