Word: fathers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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EDGAR KAISER'S decisive move to settle with the Steelworkers reflects a lifetime career of troubleshooting. Father Henry J. worked out the broad ideas that built the Kaiser empire, stubbornly pushed them, in the face of ridicule and skepticism. Behind him, putting the ideas to work, came Edgar and a group of University of California college friends, including Eugene E. Trefethen Jr., new vice chairman of several Kaiser companies, and D. A. ("Dusty") Rhoades, new president of Kaiser Aluminum & Chemical Corp. When Henry J. won a contract to build the main spillway dam at Bonneville...
...Francisco, he went to Union College in Schenectady, N.Y. before joining Pennsy as an engineering trainee in 1928, highballed up the corporate track, was boosted to vice president in 1955. Along the route, he distinguished himself by making fast decisions, stopping the buck at his door. Married and father of two sons, he is used to putting in a ten-hour day, gathering his own facts by pounding the rails. As chief administrative officer, he will be in charge of the road's everyday operation, will have even less time for the golf and woodworking that he enjoyed before...
...minute factual detail, Ellmann fashions a Ulyssean portrait that has the lived-with, lived-through intensity of a major novel. Never before have people so painfully close to Joyce stepped so personably out of the shadow of his reputation. There is his father John, a barroom wit and tosspot, would-be singer and doctor, who sired ten children and saddled his brood with eleven mortgages. There is Joyce's wife Nora, a Galway girl with a tart tongue and no head for "that chop suey he's writing," as she once said of Finnegans Wake. There is Brother...
Above the Trolls. Joyce's magnificent obsessions with the wit and wiles of the English language began at his father's breakfast table. Of a morning, John Joyce might read an obituary. "Oh! Don't tell me that Mrs. Cassidy is dead," protested James's mother on one occasion. "Well, I don't quite know about that," said Papa Joyce with a quizzical glint in his monocled eye, "but someone has taken the liberty of burying...
Life with father was sometimes all beer and no victuals. The meticulous Stanislaus once calculated that John Joyce was roaring drunk 3.97 days a week. At such times, Papa would reel home in a vicious temper, flail away at any child within reach, and snarl, "I'll leave you all where Jesus left the Jews." An ardent Parnellite, the elder Joyce undoubtedly inspired the nine-year-old James to his first known literary effort, a poem to the fallen leader, in which Parnell was likened to an eagle, looking down from...