Word: contract
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...matrimony is not a game of solitaire; if it is a contract between two live humans that in nine cases out of ten handicaps the woman's earning capacity more than the man's; and if through no fault on her part it has been wrecked; why, pray, after a fair day in court should an ex-husband who has "stepped out'' of matrimony be encouraged to step out of alimony and so on ad infinitum...
Senator Carey contended that by awarding a contract to Be Vier & Co., Inc. of Manhattan to supply 200,000 kits at $1.40 each, Director Robert Fechner of the C. C. C. had wasted $216,000 of the Government's money, since the Army could have bought such kits for 32? each. As the week wore on and the investigation continued, the Army purchase price shifted uncertainly with the testimony of various witnesses. The net impression created was that a fast-thinking supersalesman had managed to outsmart the best minds in the War Department, the Budget Bureau...
Director Fechner proved a confusing witness. Clearly the telephone call from the White House had sounded like "orders" to him. He was now ready to take all the blame. He had signed the contract with persuasive Mr. Bevier May 15. No, he had not asked for competitive bids. No, he had not investigated the product-not until two weeks later. It was also brought out that although Mr. Bevier had quoted the kits at $1.10 each, by the time he had finished selling Mr. Fechner they had somehow jumped to $1.40 each, the increase being apparently occasioned by Mr. Bevier...
...said, that a President's Secretary would know "exactly what officials to get in contact with." He saw Mr. Howe at 3:30 the afternoon of May 15. Mr. Howe's letter did not reach Director Fechner until next day, but "before sundown" the contract, under which 110,000 $1.40 Be Vier kits have already been delivered, was signed and in his pocket. Up to "that time, he said, Mr. Fechner was a perfect stranger...
...Goodhue (no kin to Grace Goodhue Coolidge), has a son, John Gushing Fuess, who will be Harvard's baseball manager in 1935. The Fuesses live in what they call "the ugliest house in the world," a drab, gingerbready place on Hidden Road in Andover. "Jack" Fuess plays good contract bridge, good golf. When he dubs he remembers his German ancestry and cries: "Drei hundert tausend donnerwetters...