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Even that little blob of "essential civilian" production was a notable victory for tiny, grey Arthur D. Whiteside, chief of WPB's underprivileged Office of Civilian Requirements. Arthur Whiteside took his job seven months ago with the clear understanding that all he could hope to offer the U.S. civilian would be an occasional scrap from the military's groaning table. For months he battled with the Services just for the privilege of using the scraps. The military can spare the scraps all right, but they feared (and still fear) that U.S. civilians will automatically conclude that...
Every time De Gaulle and Giraud had seemed on the point of agreeing on some form of cooperation, butter had got in the works. Latest blob of butter was the appointment by Giraud of Marcel Peyrouton as Governor General of Algeria. In 1940 Peyrouton was a Minister in the Vichy government; before that he was Vichy Resident General in Tunisia; to General de Gaulle he was unpalatable...
...blob of metal was gingerly toted out of a New Jersey aircraft-engine factory, carefully deposited on the seat of an automobile, carted across the Hudson and hoisted to the RCA building's 32nd floor. A pudgy little man, Perry William Brown, 55, assistant works manager of Wright Aeronautical Corp., told assembled newsmen proudly: "There...
Swiss Psychiatrist Hermann Rohrschach started something when he began making blot-pictures, by folding a piece of paper on a blob of ink. He showed the "pictures" to patients in a sanitarium and asked them what they saw. He tried hundreds of blot-pictures, finally selected ten which seemed to bring out the clearest responses. Today, after 20 years, psychologists all over the world have adopted his blots, use the Rohrschach Test not only to ferret out neuroses but also for vocational testing...
...Fort Benning when Sergeant Pullen's tank rumbled into line with the rest of Company D and the 68th Armored Regiment. Company D was well back in the regimental column. The Old Man, with the visiting generals and civilians around him near the reviewing tower, was an indistinguishable blob to Sergeant Pullen and his men. An officer's indeterminate bellow floated down the wind. Sergeant Pullen and his three-man crew took their places in front of the tank. Their gloved hands rose to the salute, held it for three aching minutes. A band blared...