Word: fats
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Jimmy Hoffa is ever crowbarred out of the driver's seat of the Teamsters Union, he need not fear for the future. Hoffa's predecessor, fat, easy-to-shove Dave Beck, faces trial on a charge of violating the Taft-Hartley Act and is sweating out appeals on convictions for income-tax evasion and grand larceny. But Seattle's Citizen Beck is too busy making money and enjoying life to worry too much about his problems...
...Fat. It was a mark of his achievements, in the careful handling of no less than $375 billion, that Washington and the Pentagon hated to see him go. Said New Hampshire's Senator Styles Bridges: "Wilfred McNeil literally has saved the taxpayers of America billions of dollars. And yet comparatively few people in this country have ever heard of him." Wrote President Eisenhower last week to "Dear Mac": "All Americ?, joins me in saying to you, well done...
...reserve World War II rear admiral (fiscal affairs), was accused of having a dark influence over his bosses, of unfairly favoring the Navy over the other services. But over the years, Pentagon brass, as well as congressional committees, learned that he cut dispassionately wherever he thought he saw fat. And his best defense against any outcry was that he knew more about budgetary details than anybody else...
...daughter of an immigrant Greek druggist in New York, a fat ugly duckling with myopic eyes, who turned to singing to forget the feeling of being unwanted in a broken home. He was a middle-aged Italian building-materials tycoon. Under his loving care, the fat duckling slimmed herself from 213 Ibs. into a glamorous creature, and became the most fabulously acclaimed opera singer of her time. The tokens of their happiness accumulated: a villa at Sirmione, two palaces in Verona, numerous art objects, jewelry, autos, motorboats and joint bank accounts. Their love, it seemed, thrived on money, and money...
...affair. "Perhaps the fault is all mine for deluding myself with hopes of immortal love. I was building a little masterpiece. Then I fell in love with my masterpiece and I married her. I created Callas, and she repaid me with a stab in the back. She was a fat, clumsily dressed woman, a refugee, a gypsy when I met her. She had not a cent nor any prospect for a career. I had to rent her a room at a hotel and had to put up $700 so she could remain in Italy. I never exploited...