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Last week a commission accountant and an engineer busily tried to make something out of the telephone company's books. Meanwhile, they had encountered a very rugged character named James Franklin ("Frank") Dees, proprietor of the firm. Aged 60, weighing 200 pounds, his muscular physique topped off by iron-grey hair, an engaging grin and keen brown eyes, Phoneman Frank Dees fought back with a counter-complaint. He asked for permission to raise his rates, discontinue the exchange at nearby Livingston, force subscribers to pay their phone bills. Snapped he: "The kind of service they're gettin...
Interviewed in Berlin by TIME'S Stephen Laird, who described him as "a tall, handsome, crisp-mannered, crisp-dressed person, with crisp iron-grey hair, gritted eyes and teeth," the Goebbels galloper disclosed he had gone to private school in Baltimore, never to college, entered the advertising business at 18, got a commission in the Navy just before the close of World War I, ran a signed news-roundup column after the war in the Baltimore Sunday American called This and That...
...Atlanta Journal's Washington correspondent, Ralph Smith, is a quiet, iron-grey, genial Southern gentleman who manages to cover the news without ever seeming to hurry. Newsman Smith, uniformly good-humored (unless someone clapper-claws his idol, Georgia's Senator Walter George), is not given to hysteria. But last week House clerks told him that the Seventy-Seventh Congress, in its first 100 days, had voted appropriations totaling $16,091,543,000. For his readers' benefit, he spelled it out: "sixteen billion, ninety-one million, five hundred and forty-three thousand dollars." Newshawk Smith then went...
...dresses. Last December the union and five trade associations began negotiating a new contract to replace one signed in 1939. To the council table went the D. J. B.'s top man, husky, dimple-chinned Julius Hochman, with a surprise he had been hatching for months in his iron-grey head...
Among the Congressmen around the horseshoe were three Republican isolationists: Mrs. Edith Nourse Rogers of Lowell, Mass., 59, fluttery, saccharine, gushing, with orchids and iron-grey curls; Hamilton Fish of Garrison, N. Y., 52, rangy, headline-hungry, with a brazen voice and a longtime suspicion of England; George Holden Tinkham of Boston, Mass., 70, bald, potbellied, with jowl-whiskers like a Russian droshky driver. Mr. Fish, veteran of many a skirmish with old Mr. Hull, and knowing that the Secretary's innocent, suffering face masks a hot-pincers talent of repartee, gave up the witness swiftly, but prodded furious...