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...might seem temerarious for an individual to buck the world's greatest oil companies, but not when the individual was Gulbenkian; he was an old hand at it. For more than a quarter of a century, his legendary figure has flitted through Middle Eastern oil deals. Bald, beak-nosed and now 79, Gulbenkian is such a well-known operator that oilmen refer to him simply as "G." Despite two wars and slippery international oil politics, G has managed to hang on to his 5% interest in Iraq Petroleum Co., Ltd., which has brought him a fortune variously estimated...
Neutra, who has the pointed eyebrows and sharp beak of a silvery owl, often gets up in the pre-dawn blackness of 4 a.m. to blue-print his ideas. He will travel anywhere to make sure his buildings fit the landscape, the people and the weather. Last week he got set for a long journey; he had just accepted a commission to design a string of hotels and hospitals for the princely Deccan States, India...
...Goats of the Year were Alexander Whitney of the Brotherhood of Railroad Trainmen and Alvanley Johnston of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers. * Sample quote of 1946: "The American eagle sits on his perch, a large strong bird with formidable beak and claws. There he sits, motionless, and Mr. Gromyko is sent every day to prod him with a sharp sickle, now on his beak, now under his wing, now in his tail feathers. All the time the eagle keeps quite still. But it would be a great mistake to suppose that nothing is going on inside the breast...
Winged Victory. In Woodland, Calif., duck hunter Charles Roller found a pelican with a broken wing, started to set it, had to struggle to keep the bird quiet, got his head caught in its 15-inch beak...
...narrow, cobbled streets of Boston were clogged with traffic. Last week, as every week, it jammed ceaselessly at downtown intersections, honking, lurching and stinking up the fine autumn mornings. Boston's first citizen, small, erect, beak-nosed Charles Francis Adams III, regarded the monster warily. He had never learned to drive a car, and at 80 had no intention of learning. Neither was he enamored of taxicabs, nor of the modern habit of leaping into one every time it rained. He liked to begin his day (after rising promptly at 6:45 in his stately house in suburban Concord...