Word: canteens
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Several days later, at noontime, Hewitt as usual went off by himself to the canteen for lunch. His workmates, members of the A.E.U., gathered for a quick meeting. The public outcry was beginning to tell on them. Machinist Stan Wetton got up and said: "Our attitude has become un-Christianlike." The other men nodded. Before they adjourned, the men voted to thank Ed Boyce for being such a good steward-but also to lift the ban on Hewitt. When Hewitt came back from lunch and climbed into his cage, Boyce walked over and said...
...Hemingway of World War II wore a canteen of vermouth on one hip, a canteen of gin on the other, a helmet that he seldom used because he couldn't find one big enough. Accredited a foreign correspondent for Collier's (he jokingly called himself "Ernie Hemorrhoid, the poor man's Pyle"), he took part in more of the European war than many a soldier. With Colonel (now Major General) Charles T. Lanham's 22nd Infantry Regiment, he went through the Normandy breakthrough, Schnee Eifel, the Hiirtgen Forest bloodletting and the defense of Luxembourg. Gathering...
...Chicago last week, looking at the American League statistics, Investor Arnold Johnson found the Philadelphia Athletics limping along with one foot in the cellar, and was ready to give them the word. "Nothing wrong that a few million dollars won't cure," said Johnson, vice chairman of Automatic Canteen Co. of America. His proposal: shift the franchise to Kansas City, Mo., where Johnson happens to own the only big baseball stadium in town. He is willing to pay $4,500,000 for the privilege of giving the A's that Midwestern cure...
...Yankee Owners Dan Topping and Del Webb sold Yankee Stadium (but not the ball club) for $3,600,000 in cash, and took back a $2,900,000 mortgage and a long-term lease. The buyer: a syndicate headed by Chicago Investor Arnold Johnson, 46, vice chairman of Automatic Canteen Co. of America (of which Topping is also a director) and director of the Chicago Black Hawks hockey team...
...Ireland?" He gets no answer, but within an hour he is over the Irish coast. Then come the Cornish cliffs of England, the Channel, the coast of France. Hungry, he munches a sandwich, first food in 33 hours, slakes his dry throat from the still half-filled canteen. It's nearly 10 p.m.; the lights of Paris come into view, and five miles away, the floodlights of Le Bourget Field. Lindbergh toys with the idea of flying on to Rome. He has nearly 1,000 miles worth of gas left. But he circles Le Bourget, lands and rolls...