Word: seconds
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...much of the world, Scandinavia, rather than the U.S., represents the ideal of an economic Utopia. Sweden has the world's second highest per capita income; Denmark, Norway and Finland also rank high. All four are free of slums, hunger and extreme poverty. All enjoy steady economic growth combined with full employment. By contrast, the U.S. is beset by labor unrest, rising unemployment and slow growth. How do the Scandinavians do so much better...
...stated goal of Sweden's National Trade Union Confederation, or Lands-organisation, is "to give due consideration to the effect of wage developments on the national economy." Sweden's powerful LO represents one worker in every two, and Denmark's LO also has every second worker as a member; Norway's encompasses a third of all breadwinners. Management groups are equally strong, well-organized-and enlightened. Corporations provide quite a few fringe benefits. Oslo's Tandbergs Radiofabrikk, for instance, supplies a gym for its employees and holds parties for them, including one near Christmas...
...Sweden, representatives of labor and management negotiate an umbrella agreement, setting the rates for wage increases across the country. The terms are then written into detailed contracts for each industry. New contracts negotiated last June provided for an increase of 6.5% during the first year, plus another 3.5% the second year. One reason why employers can afford such increases is that the LOs enthusiastically cooperate in raising productivity, which in Sweden alone has gone up at an average of more than 7% a year during the 1960s...
...second pulse reading fell to 92 and I was all set for the big moment. A nice old lady escorted me to a green medical bed and told me to lie. down. Then a nurse came over and we introduced ourselves. She was Mrs. Gibson and said that as a Red Cross nurse the only work she does is to travel around Eastern Massachusetts drawing blood. Mrs. Gibson took my right arm and painted it with alcohol. some copper-looking stuff, and then some more alcohol. I asked her to "tell me when." She put a wooden cylinder...
Monday night my birthdate came up second out of 366, smashing my hope of painlessly escaping a system whose purpose and methods appall me. I had seen the opening: parlaying four years of an elitist deferment with an unreachably high birthdate number, which would carry me until my liability ended. Instead, a random grab at pile of capsules has permanently cemented the alliance between my self-interest and my most detached political beliefs. I think draft resistance would have remained my political position after it no longer had to be my personal position. As it is. I'm not given...