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...their decisions. Some of the generals and admirals, he noted, alternated between cursing the weathermen and demanding forecasting accuracy that was impossible to supply. Many of their bitterest complaints were not about the forecasting but about the weather. General Patton, despairing of meteorology, once turned to his chaplain: "Goddam it," he shouted, "get me some good weather...
...edge (they tumbled best when top-heavy with occupants). For each such kill, a palm-thatched hut was painted on a destroyer bridge. This sport continued until an admiral, beseiged with Army complaints, collared Burke and roared: "Burke, if you or your men smash any more of these goddam privies, I'll see that you are put to sea in one yourself when this war is over...
...power of the other. Inside the conference room, government mediators headed by Federal Media tion Chief Joseph F. Finnegan listened in dismay as the negotiators battled not to ward settlement but farther from it. Once, a union spokesman looked across at a Westinghouse official and bellowed: "You are a goddam tramp." On another occasion, I.U.E. President James Carey strode out of the room after calling Westinghouse "the dirtiest, filthiest, lousiest company on the globe" Management dropped such remarks as "I'm sitting here enjoy ing the strike." At the end it was the Westinghouse team led by Vice President...
...studying post-game movies. "I never realized how thorough those movie sessions are," said one Chicago sportswriter, "until I saw the Bears' staff screening a film. They ran one play over and over?30 times?without saying a word. Finally Assistant Coach Luke Johnsos said, 'It's the goddam guard,' and the meeting was over...
Poetry Center. He was adrift in the baffling city, childishly delighted by its riches but really not caring what happened to him. That week Thomas called an old friend and said: "I'm tired of all the goddam writers around here. Why don't you give me a party with no writers, only beautiful women?" Late that Saturday night, after the party, Thomas showed up at his favorite tavern, the White Horse, a dark-paneled, homey bar on the western outskirts of Greenwich Village. His eyes were glazed, bloodshot, heavy-lidded...