Word: chair
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Today Sperry boasts some 30 ex-professionals who took jobs in the plant and found a chair in the orchestra waiting for them. White-collar workers fill a third of the chairs, but are by no means the top instrumentalists. A former Metropolitan Opera French horn player operates a lathe; the concertmaster (once a hot fiddler for Kate Smith) runs a milling machine. One of the touchiest problems faced by the coldly democratic organization was a none-too-musical Sperry executive who insisted on playing second violin...
Happily Ever After. In Stamford, Conn., John Kamenski, 34, suing for divorce, testified that his wife Sophie would let him sit on a chair only at meal time, made him stand up or go to bed the rest of the time, gave him only a dime a week out of his $50 pay envelope because, she said, "No married man needs more than that...
Harry J. Tuthill tried about everything. He worked in a chair factory and as chief assistant can-washer in a dairy; peddled picture frames, baking powder and soap on the road; took a mail-order course in steam engineering; courted the belle of Springfield, Ill. ("Beautiful creature-she later married a brakeman.") He joined a street carnival as barker and sold the Perfesser's cure with a medicine show. In 1919 he became a comic-strip artist, began drawing The Bungles. By last week he was good & tired of that...
September brought new woes. Plebe Woods lived mostly in a braced position, turned all his corners sharply, rose ten minutes earlier (at 5:50) than upperclassmen and studied each evening until 10:30, sat on the front half of his chair at mess, called out the minutes before assembly, walked sentry duty, ran mes sages, carried mail. And always he stood ready to reel off the prescribed answers to upperclassmen's badgering questions...
...Among my most vivid recollections . . . is of her sitting straight and rigid in a chair, reading to us from the only book in our home, the Bible. Each year she read the Bible through. On Sunday afternoons she would gather us to her side and, opening the worn pages, read for hours. It never seemed strange that, devoted Bible student that she was, she was not a member of any church...