Word: standardized
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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After graduating from Harvard ('30), he worked as a reporter and adman for the New York Times and Syracuse Post-Standard, did public relations (forthe Panama Canal), ran the Casa Grande (Ariz.) weekly Dispatch for two years before joining the Navy, then sold it at war's end. With his own $20,000, a borrowed $55,000, and an option to buy the News in his pocket, Tom Robinson persuaded such well-heeled Carolinians as former Army Secretary Gordon Gray and Robert M. and James G. Hanes, operators of one of the state's biggest textile mills...
CUBAN OIL will get a big push from Standard Oil Co. (Indiana). Standard has earmarked $10 million to drill in 12 million acres of south Cuba's coastal land and tideland, will own a permanent half-interest in any productive wells it brings in after spending the total...
...dedicated TV-watcher, and the TV industry, the bible of the business is the pocket-size, 15? weekly TV Guide. In a scant 2½ years, it has become a standard fixture in thousands of U.S. living rooms, and the last official check by the Audit Bureau of Circulation (in the first quarter of 1955) showed newsstand sales of 2,378,000, thus made it the biggest weekly newsstand seller in the nation...
...auto industry virtually assured itself of three years of labor peace last week. After a quickie (six hours) walkout, Chrysler signed the standard three-year contract with the U.A.W. embodying the Reuther version of the guaranteed annual wage. Like Ford and G.M. before it, Chrysler agreed to establish a fund to guarantee its 139,000 employees 65% of their regular pay for 26 weeks. It also promised minor raises for increases in efficiency and the higher cost of living. Cost to Chrysler: an estimated 20? an hour per employee, about the same as at Ford...
...Medals, two D.F.C.s and a D.S.C., is no ordinary nigger." The book's only homegrown villain, Colonel Condon, was booted from West Point after his third year for cheating on a French exam, now nobly carries on by bartering stolen food for his emaciated comrades' wristwatches. Standard Nazis, snarling or whining as occasion demands, fill out the cast on the long road to another prison camp and, finally, to Allied victory. Maybe I'm Dead lacks the dramatic pinnacles of truly stirring war fiction. Yet it is impressive for its inexorable credibility, and its very sketchiness gives...