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...Youssef, theoretically, was in a strong position. Until he approved Faure's plan, Morocco's loyal nationalists would not give the French an inch. Yet Ben Youssef was miserable in exile: his Buick had been stolen, he had less than half his usual complement of 40 concubines with him, and he daily complained about drafts in the hotel. Three sessions with Catroux were enough to convince His Majesty where his best interests lay. Ben Youssef agreed to broadcast a message ordering his faithful subjects to avoid more violence...
...many an auto buyer is getting in over his head, e.g., the $58-a-week Boston clerk who is struggling to pay $50 a month for a Buick Special. Says a Cleveland Chrysler dealer: "With production what it is, we've had to reach down into the lower quality credit to keep sales moving. Now we have to use credit as an inducement, and this gets us into deals nobody would take a chance on before...
RUSSIAN AUTO INDUSTRY will be shaken up in an effort to equal Western standards. After years of putt-putting along with four out-of-date models-the Moskvich (like a 1939 German Opel), the Pobeda (like a 1939 Ford), the Zim (like a 1946 Buick) and the Zis (like a 1941 Packard)-the Reds admit that their postwar designs "are in some respects inferior." A special Auto Ministry will be set up to boost production (1955 planned output: a bare 80,000 cars), cut prices, bring out a new people's car called the Volga, facelift the others...
Wright's peroration passed almost unnoticed, since all eyes were suddenly directed to the arrival of a flame-red, air-conditioned Buick out of which flounced Mrs. Mary Tulula ("Militant Mary") Cain, a solidly constructed 50-year-old, who edits the weekly Summit Sun. One of seven children of a railway maintenance supervisor, Mary Cain was born in a railroad camp car and has never stopped rolling ("Never seems to get tired," says her husband, a filling-station operator). Mrs. Cain made her opponents' language seem almost tolerant...
...literary blueprints. As a fable of the "tense and frantic" '50s, The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit catches a little of the social transiency of Commuterland, where the richest nomads in the world fold their $15,000 and $25,000 tents and move on in the family Buick to more exclusive oases. Unfortunately, too much of the novel verges on upper-middle-class soap opera baited with tune-in-tomorrow-for-the-next-upsetting-episode slickness. Author Wilson has something to say, but his title sums up his book better than his story does...