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...Wright doesn't want to be like Jim. He draws his uniform, and by the end of the comic book he has acquired self-confidence, leadership, and a brunette with a Buick convertible, who hangs on his sleeve and says, "Ted, you're getting so many decorations! What are you, a general or something?" (Answer: "Not yet. The loop is for Pershing rifles and the medal is for sharp-shooters.") Quick-tongued now, he shines at the annual military ball: "Ted, that's the dreamiest band I've ever danced to." "And you're the dreamiest girl I ever danced...
...Sneezed At. Candidate Ferguson sat down amidst applause. He shook some hands and drove off in his 1947 Buick. The following day and the day after, he would bob up in other meetings, often unannounced, to fire the same kind of political birdshot. In such a manner last week, 58-year-old Joe Ferguson, son of a coal miner, was hunting "Mr. Republican" himself. Joe was the cast-iron spearhead of the campaign to get Robert A. Taft out of the U.S. Senate...
...needless bawling out over a hotbox. He hired on with the American Locomotive Co., and in less than two years, at 36, he became works manager of its Allegheny plant. Then one day in 1911 a man named Nash from Flint, Mich, offered him the job of running the Buick plant. It meant less money, but Chrysler had never got automobiles out of his mind; he accepted. He scrapped Buick's leisurely, carriage-maker methods, soon jacked production from 45 to 200 cars a day. The money took care of itself; within five years, Buick was paying him half...
...seen Kimpo the broad parking space in front of the administration building had been jammed with bright new American cars. U.S. State Department civilians, who were being evacuated to Japan by air, had left them there. I remembered trying to start one of these cars, a big, substantial-looking Buick, as we prepared to go into Seoul that night. The Buick's keys were gone. I was not a good enough mechanic to start the car by crossing the ignition wires, so I drove into town in another vehicle...
...holes and the pup tents of the marines, who were heating their morning rations over small wood fires. There was only one link left with the past. In one corner of the lot, gutted and tireless, its once shiny hood and fenders burned a dull red, was the Buick. It still bore its diplomatic license plate: CDA 253. Evidently the Communists weren't able to start it, either...