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...billion tax bill. The $74 billion tax bill is 3½ times what the U.S. spends for shoes and clothing, almost four times what it spends for shelter, almost 14 times what it spends for transportation. It would buy enough four-door Chevrolet sedans to stretch bumper to bumper four times around the world. It would provide for all U.S. medical care for eight years, or all U.S. education for a decade. It would build 200 Panama Canals...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE NATION: The Bill for Defense | 8/20/1951 | See Source »

...road to Detroit's airport, a half-mile-long line of cars crawled along bumper to bumper behind a huge trailer-truck. Suddenly one car swerved out of line, passed the others and drew up alongside the slow-moving truck. Out jumped a barrel-chested, thick-necked man who poked his head in the cab and said: "Why don't you pull over? You're the kind of guy that makes people mad at truckers...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CORPORATIONS: Trailer King | 5/21/1951 | See Source »

...time to get "rolling with the punch" (one of last week's favorite expressions in Korea). In the first Red onrush, some allied units were overrun or cut off-notably Britain's gallant Gloucesters (see Men at War). Allied ambulances raced past southbound truck columns that rolled, bumper to bumper, through choking clouds of dust...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BATTLE OF KOREA: Space for Blood | 5/7/1951 | See Source »

...Price Stabilization order that set a basic ceiling on raw cotton at 45.76? a Ib. and futures at 45.39?. In near futures, prices went to the ceiling and stayed there. Spot cotton prices edged up but were still under the ceiling. With cotton farmers expected to turn out a bumper crop this year, distant cotton future prices were well below ceiling...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: COTTON: Bumping the Ceiling | 3/19/1951 | See Source »

Only an exquisite talent explains a ticket on Quincy street. Of a line of forty cars, many of them sleek, foreign beauties, I acquired the only ticket. An adjacent vehicle had been parked so long the squirrels were storing acorns in its carburetor. Another rested with its front bumper peeling the bark from President Conant's prize hemlock tree. Who got the old tag? Don't ask ridiculous questions...

Author: By Sylvan Meyer, | Title: Cops, Snow, Tickets Harry Barefoot Boy From Peach State | 3/16/1951 | See Source »

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