Word: store
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...placard on the counter of the Manhattan music store of Carl Fischer, Inc. was modest enough in size, but the slogan it bore was a call to arms. "COMBAT THE MENACE!" it read. "GET YOUR LUDWIG BUTTON.'' The menace: none other than Rock 'n' Roller Elvis Presley. The Ludwig: a composer with the last name of Beethoven. Last week Ludwig van Beethoven was the center of one of the fastest-growing fan clubs in the nation...
...proprietary interest in Dawn and Lainy, this once the A.S.U. refuses to dip into its treasury to help them tram. This trip, the A.S.U. argues is private, and on the girls. Wistfully adding up her small salary as a department-store salesgirl, Dawn Fraser wondered this week how she would ever pay for a period of necessary workouts in tropical Townsville. "Just a little of that ?50,000 the A.S.U. has earmarked for training would be a big help," she admitted. But like the dedicated Aussie swimmer she is she added: "I will arrive in Hawaii fit, even...
...Ramo-Wooldridge intellectual parallelism is matched by their careers. Both were born in the same month of the same year-Wooldridge on May 30, 1913, at Chickasha, Okla., the son of an independent oil broker, Ramo on May 7, 1913, the son of a Salt Lake City store owner. Both skipped grades in grammar school, peddied magazines for pocket money and excelled in their classes. Wooldridge graduated from high school at 14 and with honors from the University of Oklahoma; Ramo graduated from the University of Utah. Both went on to Caltech, where they won Ph.D.s...
Toward Expiation. Morris Bober's world is bounded by his seedy store, his endlessly nagging wife Ida, his difficult daughter Helen-a girl who wants "to be a virgin again and at the same time a mother"-and his wealthy neighbor Karp, whose "every good fortune spattered others with misfortune, as if there were just so much luck in the world and what Karp left over wasn't fit to eat." Morris Bober's troubles never come singly. Not only has a brand-new grocery opened around the corner, halving his already pitiful income, but a pair...
...handsome Barry Goldwater, 48, neither Modern Republicanism nor the big budget is easy to swallow. A third-generation Arizonan† and a working Episcopalian, he ran the family's two department stores with a flair for salesmanship (he promoted such products as "Antsy Pants"-men's shorts decorated with ants) and a bent for personal conservatism (his office was a cubbyhole in the basement of the Phoenix store). He broke into politics as a budget-cutting, corruption-fighting member of the Phoenix city council in 1949-52. Using his salesman's flair, he flew his own plane...