Word: hardings
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...will stick to desk work all day, then go through a barrage of social engagements, including dinner, then stay up until the small hours dictating to stenographers and lying in his charpoy (Indian string bed) to scan a day's bundle of news clippings. He drives himself equally hard, and much more spectacularly, when he gets away from offices and desks...
Most West Berliners today "trade with the enemy." They turn in their hard West marks at six to one for soft Soviet marks, then buy in East Berlin. A gaunt worker, castigating the Reds, growled about "die Schweine" (the pigs), but he had just got a haircut in the Soviet sector. "Berliners value freedom," a German paper editorialized, "but they can do little with it. They have only the hungry freedom of the unemployed...
...Ferdinand Schmiedigen, 66-year-old boss architect of Haiti's International Exposition, dangled a stone on the end of a long string. Then, having shown his sweating black masons that their wall was not plumb, he hopped down to take a rest. "I've never worked so hard in my life," he gasped...
Grace Tully, author of the fast-selling F.D.R. My Boss, looked back on her old secretarial job with mixed emotions. "They were hard sessions," she recalled. "You worked day and night-and each night you'd go home when the birds were singing. It was that late, that early in the morning ... I wish I had those days back again...
...Arbor, Mich., which had come to regard itself as the capital of the college football world,* found it hard to take the Army team seriously. Local opinion was that West Point had been incautious, if not downright foolhardy, in scheduling a game with the University of Michigan's rebuilt postwar juggernaut, pride of the Western Conference and No. 1 ranking team of the land. But since somebody had to be Michigan's 26th consecutive victim, and Army was sure to put up a stout fight, some 97,000 went out to the university stadium to see the massacre...