Word: beech
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...Benton Harbor, Mich., the Whirlpool Corp. uses a staff of telephone-trained technicians to field questions from customers around the country about problems with its line of home appliances. In Fort Washington, Pa., the Beech-Nut Nutrition Corp. employs a battery of researchers to handle 800-number telephone queries from parents on a variety of child health-care matters. In Hawthorne, Calif., the Mattel toy company maintains a staff of telephone representatives to advise customers on the operation of the company's toys.and electronic games. In Whippany, N.J., Channel Home Centers, a 91-store hardware chain, offers home repair...
High in our maple, oak and beech trees, however, their chewing at midsummer is loud enough to be audible. The noise sounds so much like soft wind that it is soothing. Billions of minute, odorless brown particles of caterpillar scat fall as a result, and the ears of a listener are tricked into informing his brain that a very light rain is pattering down. So far, the tourists have not seemed to understand what is happening, and are well pleased with the sound of very light rain on rainless days...
...Korean War's three biggest reporting stars could not appear. In 1951 they shared the Pulitzer Prize. One, Keyes Beech, of the Chicago Daily News, was in Bangkok. At 66, he is charging around Asia again, now for the Los Angeles Times. Homer Bigart, 72, of the defunct Herald-Trib, sent a message of regret. He was, he explained, temporarily toothless: "I am capable of putting down the martini, but I can't handle the olives." The third, Marguerite Higgins, who worked with Bigart on the Trib, died in 1966 at age 45, of a tropical bug caught...
...parts to GM plants around the country. Everything, from the reined jet to a sharp-boned and muscular Doberman, jutted sleek, Steinberg angles. Everything, that is, but an unshaven guy snoring in a wood chair propped against a wall with his boots on a table. He wore a Beech-nut "chaw" cap and kept a spit tin on the floor next to the chair. The Doberman sat poised as it grew dark outside, pointing to the jet with sleek, black skin and a sharp snout...
Shrink it to a Twin Beech...