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...footnote to the clamor over the complacency of the American public . . . write the results of a recent Gallup poll into the record. We smug smarties, it seems, have enough gumption to favor total mobilization of both man and woman power for vital production needs. We slothful citizens are ready to sacrifice nonessential jobs, move to other cities, devote evenings and any spare time to the common cause...
...point out, that law did not limit hours of work; WPB figures on hours worked in seven key war industries showed machine-tool workers busy 55 hours a week; engine & turbine, 51.1; aircraft, 48.7; shipbuilding, 48.2; machinery, 47.1; aluminum, 45.9; iron & steel, 41.3. Behind a lot of senseless clamor, the critics of labor had one essential point: labor is getting time-and-a-half for hours worked over 40 hours a week and often double time on Sundays and holidays even within the 40 hours. Assistant Secretary of the Navy Ralph A. Bard admitted that overtime payments...
From A.F. of L. came bleats of innocence, blats of criticism. Big & little labor shots, newsmen, columnists joined in the clamor. The racket shook the windows of the White House...
Calm through all the clamor, aloof to cracks from the A.W.V.S., noncommittal on the subject of Mrs. Roosevelt reeling on a roof, was the American Red Cross. Since war's beginning, some 2,500,000 women had signed up for its 14 definite, well-established volunteer programs. Many of its executives were men, but head of the Volunteer Special Services was small, white-haired Mrs. Dwight F. Davis (wife of the onetime Secretary of War). Its hard-working ranks were filled for the most part by women...
Today collectors and museums clamor for his canvases at $300 up, and he is a member of the haughty National Academy of Design (TIME, Jan. 12). With his at tractive brunette wife, seven-month-old son and two dogs, he lives in an elaborately furnished studio in Manhattan's Greenwich Village, spends his summers at Rockport, Mass., where he helps run an art school between laborious sessions at his easel. Though he is an inveterate pencil sketcher and a hawk-eyed observer of nature, he uses few models, does all his serious painting at night...