Word: gruffness
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...rare moment of relaxing, the Air Force's Vice Chief of Staff, bluff, gruff General Curtis E. LeMay, who two weeks ago set a world record for a nonstop 7,100-mile flight from Japan to Washington (time: 12 hr. 28 min.) in a KC-135 jet tanker, critically checked out the stogie-lighting skill of daughter Patricia Jane, 19. The occasion: a father-daughter dinner at the capital's National Press Club, where pretty Pat won a door prize, but failed to coax her high-flying papa from his chair for even one dance...
...care: each morning he asked Hagerty for the weather forecasts, grinned and mock-shivered at the answer (Thomasville temperatures were in the 20s and 30s) returned contentedly to the firqside. Not until his eighth day in Thomasville did he venture forth to go quail hunting. He was so gruff with newsmen who came out to see him ("It's really something when you have to make this a news event to write about") that they wrote waspishly of his carelessness with his 20-gauge shotgun. A welltrained man with small arms, he gestured with his piece without seeming...
...A.F.L.-C.I.O. verdict: out. Gruff George Meany let it be known that the door would be open for the Teamsters' return after expulsion if they should get rid of Hoffa. Nonetheless, the delegates were well aware that their decision might plunge Big Labor into a near civil war as they trudged out of the Convention Hall to a tune barked out by the organ: Anything Goes...
With the services competing hotly, the U.S. had upwards of 40 assorted missiles under development by 1950, when Defense Secretary George Catlett Marshall called in Chrysler Corp.'s gruff President K. T. Keller to bring order out of the chaos. Despite service wails and groans, Keller canceled more than half the missile projects. But after he left the Pentagon in 1953, no overall missile boss with equal authority and toughness succeeded him, and the services promptly started backsliding into uncurbed competition...
...Grim, gruff John McClellan rapped the table with his gavel. Before him in the Senate caucus room sat Teamster Vice President James Riddle Hoffa, his stony face pale, his big fists flexing. It was a weary moment, the climax of 17 hours of question and evasion before McClellan's Senate labor-rackets committee, during which Hoffa wriggled relentlessly over craggy points of absurdity. McClellan began to talk: "For reasons that are apparent to everyone who has followed these hearings, we have reached a point where it seems to be useless and a waste of the committee's time...