Word: homesick
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Girdler, Republic Steel's $176,000-a-year Chairman of the Board, Chairman of the Board of Consolidated Vultee Aircraft, has come to be almost symbolic in steel, the industry he got into because he was homesick. As such, he has come to share the fate of most symbols-sworn by and sworn at. But Tom Girdler's autobiography, told with professional Saturday Evening Post briskness, is more than the story of steel-more than another Horatio Alger success story. Certain to give laborites the fits, the book is also a belligerently forthright portrait of a notoriously belligerent...
...young Lehigh graduate was working in London as sales engineer for the Buffalo Forge Co. His name: Tom Mercer Girdler. His paycheck: $12.50 a week. One day, from Pittsburgh's Oliver Iron & Steel Co., came the offer of another job with a salary of $1,000 a year. Homesick Tom Girdler snapped it up, caught the next ship back to the U.S. "That," he confesses in his just-published autobiography (Boot Straps, written in collaboration with Boyden Sparkes; Scribner; $3), "is how I happened to get into the steel business...
...read those requests and deliver with the music." A pair of privates wanted a Bea Wain recording of God Bless the Child for some of their buddies "now in parts unknown." They got it. A sergeant requested Tommy Dorsey's Blue Blazes for another sergeant "who is homesick for his wife...
...petered out, bringing a lump into Scott's throat and the feeling that "my sword had been taken away." But Scott put her old guns into his new ship, and they soon became the machine's "real soul." Sometimes he would think of his family and feel homesick. Once he told General Chennault that he wished he could just press a button that would kill all the Japs and let the squadron go home. "Aw now, Scotty," said the General, "we don't want to do that. . . . Think of how much fun it is to kill them...
Native Land. In Balboa, C.Z., homesick Technical Sergeant David Green got his greatest wish granted through the mails-a handful of dirt from The Bronx...