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...justification offered for these practices is the 20th-century concept of war as a totalitarian affair. Under this theory a whole nation is mobilized. A factory worker, a government clerk, a physician becomes just as important a cog in the modern war machine as the soldier at the front. All are legitimate "military objectives...
Franklin Roosevelt's first job was as clerk in the Wall St. law offices of Carter, Ledyard & Milburn, but that firm is prouder of the fact that in its 55 years as counsel to the New York Stock Exchange, it never lost a case. Neither fact, however, moved the Stock Exchange's Acting President William McChesney Martin Jr. and the "Reform" party. Their new brooms are sweeping out the "Old Guards" of ex-President Charles R. Gay who were uncompromising toward SEC. Roland Redmond, senior Carter, Ledyard partner, was a great & good friend of Richard Whitney...
...Getting off at Grand Central Station with no knowledge of the city, no specific job in mind, he turned right on 42nd Street, presently reached Sixth Avenue. There he saw a handsome store with a large display of Melachrino cigarets in the window. He asked the clerk inside about Melachrino. "Sure," said the clerk, "that's a swell company. It's run by Mac McKitterick and Rube Ellis.'' A. E. Lyon went to see McKitterick, asked for a job as a Melachrino salesman...
...local holes-which go by such picturesque names as Soda Water, Cherry, Heaven, Hell-and a sober student. From school he went to work as an office boy for American Tobacco Co. at $3 a week, began a standard up-through-the-ranks career-factory manager in Newport News, clerk in Manhattan, a two year stint in Bulgaria buying Turkish leaf tobacco. Thence he returned to Manhattan to work again for American Tobacco, later for Tobacco Products Corp., one of whose possessions was Melachrino. There he met Rube and Mac. In 1920 with his bride, a Boston girl named Rachel...
...collection of pointed smoking-room jests. There was a fanciful yarn about India's long-delayed independence; the guess was that it might be coming via Imperial. Spicier was a tall tale about a woman who gave birth during a flight to India. Politely taxed by a flight clerk for boarding the plane in her condition, she became highly indignant. "I'll have you know," she replied hotly, "that when I got on this ship I was not pregnant...