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Died. Ulrich Haberland, 60, dynamic boss of West Germany's giant Farben-fabriken Bayer, a Lutheran clergyman's son and ex-Nazi Party member who in 1951 took control of the largest chunk of the Occupation-decentralized I.G. Farben chemical empire, by last year had boosted the concern to a gross of $786 million in 133 countries; of a heart attack; in Eifel Mts., West Germany...
Greater Efficiency. Chances of West Germany's chemical Big Three regrouping are highly unlikely because the managements think that the free-enterprising new companies are more efficient than Farben. Besides, neither Bayer Boss Ulrich Haberland, 59, nor Hoechst Head Karl Winnacker, 56, nor B.A.S.F. Chief Carl Wurster, 59, is willing to give up the new empire he commands. Explained B.A.S.F. Boss Wurster: "We don't see any reason for reconcentrating. In our opinion, a return to the old I. G. Farben would be unwise, economically and politically...
Into the World Market. Bossed by Dr. Ulrich Haberland, 56, who ran two Bayer plants during the war and was picked by the British at war's end to direct the combine of Farben plants that now make up Bayer, the company is rapidly moving into foreign markets. Burgeoning Bayer has recently opened plants in Argentina, Brazil and Chile; it is building another in Mexico and, together with Farbwerke Hoechst, will add still another in Pakistan. In the U.S. it owns a 50-50 interest, with Monsanto Chemical Co., in West Virginia's Mobay Chemical Co. (polyurethane plastics...
...ULRICH HABERLAND, 50, is the temperamental boss of Leverkusen's huge Bayer works (biggest single chunk of the I. G. Farben chemical empire now being decartelized). Ex-Nazi son of an East German clergyman, he now claims to be apolitical. He is the reviving chemical industry's chief business strategist...
...families of the players applauded so persistently that portly Conductor Clarence Evans got some real exercise bowing. But in all Orchestra Hall that evening there was none so proud as brawny, bald George Lytton who sat well back in the orchestra, hugging a bull- fiddle near Butcher Hugo Haberland...
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