Word: backed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Brenner (CBS, 9-9:30 p.m.). Rookie Cop Ernie Brenner (James Broderick) makes an unsettling discovery: sometimes a lawman has to stand up and fight back against the guys who are supposed to be on his side...
...chief executive officer. Pittsburgh-born Louis Lustenberger joined Grant in the standards department in 1929, three years out of Carnegie Institute of Technology. In Depression '32 he moved to Montgomery Ward, rose quickly to general personnel manager and vice president. In 1940 Founder W. T. Grant hired him back as an assistant to the president. Since the war, he and Staley, together with Grant (now 83 but still active as board chairman), have waged a major campaign to shift Grant out of drab downtown locations into suburban shopping centers. Result: Grant's sales in its 770 stores have...
...shirtless ones as they sit scratching in store-front espresso halls, is to be holy, man, holy. But last week, the mendicants of marijuana and mad verse were in the somewhat embarrassing position of monks whose liqueur sells too well. Tourists were snapping up their stuff like Chinese back-scratchers, and the beatniks were starting to rake in the dough...
...Mydans: in 1940 a shrieking, clawing Chinese woman in Chungking had begged for money as she held aloft her dead infant, waving it by one foot, "like a butcher with a plucked chicken." Mydans gave her some money, and later that night, belly tight with food, Mydans came shamefully back to the spot where he. had seen her. There she sat, a bowl of white rice by her side. Something stirred at her breast. Mydans looked. It was the child-alive and suckling with contented gurglings. "Then," writes Mydans, "I understood: in starving China any ruse is a fair...
...G.I.s in top hats putting on a mock duel in the Italian moonlight, and he remembers the combat medics on bouncing Jeeps who, "kneeling and balancing and clinging miraculously with one arm, raised the other high, as one would a torch, holding a bottle of plasma, pouring life back into a broken body. I think I have never seen a soldier kneeling thus who was not in some way shrouded with a godlike grace and who did not seem sculptured and destined for immortality...