Word: salesman
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...should be done, like neither a Shakespearian character study and display of verbal pyrotechnics, nor a contemporary inquest into the septic souls of one's nerve-wracked next-door neighbors. To meet with Oedipus Rex on its own grounds, you approach it like neither Hamlet nor Death of a Salesman, but rather as if it were a Solemn High Mass. It reminds us that the "play" was originally a religious ritual, after all, even if this is a spirit our own age has successfully recaptured on the stage only in Eliot's Murder in the Cathedral...
Like Weeks, Lewis Strauss, 62, is a millionaire, but his origins were radically different. Weeks was born to money and status, went to Harvard. Brainy, West Virginia-born Lewis Lichtenstein Strauss (pronounced straws) never went to college, started out as a traveling shoe salesman. As secretary to Food Administrator Herbert Hoover during World War I, Strauss noted with satisfaction last week that as Commerce Secretary he will be serving in a post once held by his onetime boss and longtime friend...
...Havana, by Graham Greene. A mousy vacuum-cleaner salesman doubles as a British secret agent in this thriller. Reasonably entertaining, although suspense no longer blossoms as it once did under the Greene thumb...
...Frederick Harold Cook, 43, was elected president and chief executive officer of Congoleum-Nairn, second biggest U.S. manufacturer (first: Armstrong Cork) of smooth-surface floor coverings, succeeding F. J. Andre, 59, who moved up to chairman. A salesman in the floor-covering industry since his graduation from Indiana University ('36), Cook joined Congoleum-Nairn in 1955 as a vice president in charge of sales just when sales and profits were turning down (deficit for the first nine months of this year: $1,964,720 v. $107,222 for the same period in 1957). Said Cook...
This note by the 19-year-old Vincent van Gogh, then a salesman in Goupil's art gallery in The Hague, to his younger brother Theo, 15, began the greatest correspondence in the history of art. Eighteen years and hundreds of letters later, it was to end with the letter found in Vincent's pocket after he had fatally shot himself with a revolver: "Well, the truth is, we can only make our pictures speak. But yet, my dear brother . . . I tell you again that I shall always consider you to be something more than a simple dealer...