Word: arounders
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Does he use measurements to paint by? "Oh, no. I use this eye mostly [pointing to his left one] and I hold my head in one spot, like a camera, instead of ducking it around. That may sound a bit rigid, but I think craftsmanship should be uppermost. You build the picture up, very faithfully. The less art you try to put into it the better...
Rich Widows. As far as he could see, the college president of today was little more than a salesman who "scurries around the country seeking the company of rich widows . . . One gathers the irrefutable impression that the item of major concern ... is not the maturing of the individual . . . but buildings, large, spacious, attractive buildings . . . classrooms with all the new gadgets . . . dormitories with slick, shining, slithering bathrooms . . . The ethics of the counting house . . . too often replace the higher standards common once in education...
...eldest statesman had a few words to say. White-haired Amos Alonzo Stagg, who began coaching when Knute Rockne was a two-year-old boy in Norway, had forgotten more about the game than some of the younger coaches present ever knew. He originated such things as the end-around play, the fake kickoff and the tackling dummy-and at 86, is still going strong as coach at Susquehanna University. Said Stagg at a National Collegiate Athletic Association rules committee meeting, where free substitution was the main topic...
...shakeup, Wilson also juggled around the men who make the cars, the five car-division vice presidents, who are, in effect, big manufacturers on their own. They are: Cadillac's Jack Gordon, 48, crack engine man, who worked ten years on the new Cadillac engine; Chevrolet's W. F. Armstrong, 49, a cherub-cheeked man who is nervously cheerful about his big job of staying ahead of Ford; Buick's Ivan L. Wiles, 50, a tall, greying statistician who moved up from comptroller into Red Curtice's job; Oldsmobile's Sherrod E. Skinner...
...likes to sleep on the hard ones. He seldom relaxes. When he does, he likes to tell stories from his vast fund of them, though his wife Jessie sometimes protests: "Oh Erwin, not that one again!" One of his favorites is about two Englishwomen who were being chauffeur-driven around Detroit in a G.M. limousine. Someone touched a hydraulic window-lift button by mistake, and the glass partition dropped, letting in a blast of air that billowed up the guests' skirts. "Gracious!" cried one, "don't you Americans ever do anything by hand...