Word: fats
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...fat backlogs and long waits had disappeared in a hurry for many competitors (Kaiser, Frazer, Hudson, Lincoln). And with G.M. hoping in 1949 to make 10% more than the 2,048,019 cars & trucks it made in 1948, the buyer's market for G.M. was not far away either...
...dollar devaluation policy. To friends, Roosevelt dusted Acheson off as a "lightweight." The lightweight promptly built up a small fortune as a corporation lawyer in Washington. He bought a fine home in swank Georgetown for his pretty artist wife and a 120-acre farm in Maryland. He picked up fat fees from utility companies fighting the New Deal. Though he was not a Government official when war in Europe came along, he helped put over the 50-destroyer deal with Britain. In 1941, all was forgiven and Roosevelt made him Assistant Secretary of State...
...good backfield man ("most valuable" player in the National pro league in 1928), slim Jimmy put on a mountain of weight as a coach, and with it a fat reputation as a football man who could talk without lacing his brows into a gridiron scowl. Once when he was Cardinal coach, he limped to his feet at a sport luncheon explaining that he was bothered by 1) an old knee injury, 2) a shot of morphine to quiet the knee, 3) a double Daiquiri to quiet the morphine. His stories usually pictured his own rampaging footballers (among them Marshall Goldberg...
Enter: Bull. The stock market paid little heed to the fat profits or to any of the other household gods that traders once swore by. Ever since it had collapsed in fear of a recession in 1946, the market had been seesawing, trying to make up its mind whether the boom had really come to stay. Looking at some of the props under the boom-plant expansion, ECA and rearmament orders-investors celebrated the tax cut by finally placing their bets...
...paintings in Portinari's show in São Paulo told of more enduring evils. Many were staring close-ups of the poor-which he sells for fat sums to the rich. Lately Portinari has abandoned the sad grey plains and squat, nubble-knuckled figures of his earlier years in favor of a tropically brilliant, anatomically believable world that blazes with sunshiny yellows and royal-purple shadows. But though he has changed the colors of his palette, he has not changed his political colors. The clear new light in Portinari's newest murals-including that of the Tooth...