Word: buicks
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...engineer, Machinist Chrysler in 1905 bought an automobile with $700 savings, a $4,300 loan, kept taking it apart and reassembling it until he found what made it tick. In 1911 he resigned a $12,000-a-year job as general manager of American Locomotive Co. to work for Buick at half the pay. Two-fisted, paternal Tycoon Chrysler drove himself and his men, thought "the one reasonably sure way to get ahead was to do just a little bit more than was expected of you." Two salvage jobs he did on moribund companies-Willys-Overland and Maxwell Motor Corp...
...Billy Culpepper and Bruce Etheridge of Manteo and Dudley Bagley of Currituck; winning a little change at poker during the long winter nights (there is an undenied story that he roundly shellacked the President at poker during a weekend trip); motoring around the countryside in his three-year-old Buick, talking potato and tobacco crops with his farmer constituents; looking out his windows at flower-festooned boats on the Tar River during the spring tulip festival...
...Nashville he was greeted by the Tennessean's publisher, cyclonic, pudgy Silliman Evans. In a big, red, open, flag-stuck Buick, they roared off at 60 m.p.h. behind ear-busting police sirens down the Franklin Pike to Mr. Evans' home, a plantation once owned by Andrew Jackson's partner John Overton. There field-hands drew beer in tin cups, sweaty cooks turned roasts over barbecue pits, visitors trampled the fresh young daffodils in the meadow. Mr. Farley spoke, shook hands, praised Cordell Hull, Tennessee, the post office, went indoors to eat a vast spread of fried chicken...
Suddenly the telephone rang. An urgent voice commanded: "You will present yourself immediately at the Imperial Palace." The big man put on his naval court uniform, and with trembling hands arranged a blazing white decoration over his heart. He stepped into his waiting Buick...
...sissy is Governor Leon C. Phillips. 49. One night last week he tumbled his 296-lb., six-foot-plus frame down the steps of the Oklahoma City Mansion, into a big black Buick, hustled over 121 miles of icy highways to Tulsa, banqueted, slept an hour on the way back, snatched two more hours' sleep at, the Mansion, was back at his desk ahead of his staff. That night he was in McAlester, 128 miles away; next night Wewoka, 72 miles, two nights later in Ada, 103 miles...