Word: cots
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Stiff Shock. How was the Volkswagen miracle performed? When Heinz Nordhoff took over in January 1948, he moved a cot into one of the plant's drafty, rat-ridden offices and started on a seven-day week with only a few hours off for sleep. Believing that "labor and management must be unified into one big group that depends on the same success," Nordhoff called a meeting of his shabby work force. "I'm afraid I gave them a stiff shock," says he. "I told them their working methods and production were miserable. It was taking...
...Game. At Volkswagen, Nordhoff is paid modestly by U.S. standards (about $25,000 a year). He has long since moved off his office cot and into a modern Wolfsburg house, supplied by the Volkswagen company, where his wife and two grown daughters live in a manner not much different from automakers in Detroit. He collects modern art (latest acquisition: a Renoir), serves fine wines to his guests. Up at 6:30, he drives himself to work in a Volkswagen, spends his evenings reading business correspondence and studying Volkswagen problems all over the world. While most of his traveling...
...local talent for a program, then sell advertising time to the merchants. "I remember one show we put on in Sycamore, Illinois," he says. "I was the announcer. The local township orchestra was directed by a girl named Florence Wollensock, and I made the mistake of calling her 'Cot-tonsock' several times. The soloist on the same show was a girl named Lulu Clutter, and the accordionist was Charlie Pittlecow. If that wasn't an announcer's nightmare...
...lunch. But by supper-time-to the relief of the government-he was bawling for food. "I have only been able to preserve my physical powers with strong food," said the man who ruled Iran for 28 months, mostly while encased in pajamas, and lying on a cot. "I must eat three roast chickens every day ... a robust soup and a good dessert...
...candidate for a hospital bed. With a fiery strep throat, full of fever (104°) and penicillin, he dragged himself to the range. At noon, he still held a thin lead over Armyman Benner. While the others ate lunch, Harry Reeves flopped in his hut. Shuttling between his cot and the range all through the sweltering afternoon, Reeves was a shaky, sweaty wreck. But in each critical instant of firing, he aimed surely, squeezed the trigger steadily, guided his bullets by instinct, if not by sight. His 2,606 points beat Benner, who slipped to 2,595-a level only...