Word: machinist
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Died. Curtis Whittlesey McGraw, 57, president and board chairman of McGraw-Hill, world's largest publishers of technical, scientific and business books and periodicals (Business Week, Aviation Week, American Machinist), son of Founder James H. McGraw; of a coronary occlusion; in Manhattan...
...most precious, and most damning, piece of information came in 1945 from Ethel's younger brother David Greenglass, then employed as a machinist in the supersecret atomic bomb laboratory at Los Alamos, N. Mex. Ethel had used older-sister cajolery, and Julius had given money ("Money is no object," Julius had said, explaining that it came from "friends") to persuade David and his confused wife Ruth to join the treasonable conspiracy. Later, Yakovlev conveyed the commendation of his masters in Moscow for Greenglass' sketches: "Extremely excellent and very valuable." At the Rosenberg trial, a U.S, atomic expert, examining...
McGraw, disgusted that his partners "couldn't see over a pile of manure," split with them and took the streetcar magazine with him. Later, he met John Hill, onetime locomotive engineer who owned five trade papers (American Machinist, Power, Engineering News, Coal Age, Engineering and Mining Journal). Both McGraw and Hill had also started publishing books; in 1909 they formed a joint book-publishing firm. Eight years later, after Hill died, his estate sold out his magazines and book interests to McGraw...
...Russia Is Our Ally." Chief witness against the Rosenbergs was Ethel's brother, David Greenglass, once an Army machinist at Los Alamos' Manhattan Project. In 1944, said David, his wife Ruth told him that the Rosenbergs wanted him to give them whatever information he could discover about the atom bomb, because "Russia is our ally and as such, deserves this information . . ." Greenglass testified that he repeatedly turned over top-secret data to the Rosenbergs...
Until he was 30, handsome, wavy-haired Dave McDonald hankered to write plays. A parochial school boy, he had gone to work at 15, first as a machinist's helper and later as a clerk in a steel plant office. Phil Murray, then a United Mine Workers' vice president, hired McDonald as private secretary. But all the while he was learning the union ropes, in the tough Appalachian coal districts, Dave studied theater on the side. By 1932, he had won a certificate of graduation from Carnegie Tech's drama school, written a couple...