Word: swaps
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Meanwhile Congress tables a bill extending the 40-hour work week (while the majority of the nation would have it stretched to 60 hours), vetoes it because the laborites make a mutual "I'll vote for you if you'll vote for me" swap with the farm bloc. So Singapore, Malaya, Java, the Philippines fall for want of equipment. When is this petty conniving, this sabotage for special privileges...
Earl Perkins decided that something must be done. He called in a real-estate agent, asked him to sell or trade the house. Parker called on the same agent, made the same proposition. The agent introduced the Perkinses to the Parkers. Their wives liked each other. Upshot: a swap, home for home, even-Stephen for the duration. Each agreed not to sell or rent his own house for at least a year. They hired the same truck, halved their moving expenses. Perkins pays his $31.44 FHA charge each month, Parker pays $31.59 on his house. Perkins now drives three miles...
...this ruinous situation most dealers blame tough local rationing boards, claim that they keep releases far below the law's legal limit. Thus when a busy New York doctor tried to swap his many-miled Studebaker for a 1942 model he was turned down flat. Reason: his old car was registered in his wife's name...
When Cambridge began to organize its system of wardens, fireman, and policeman, it faced the problem of finding a place to drill. The University, undertaking a parallel task, was handicapped by a lack of equipment and trained instructors. They agreed to swap. Cambridge got the use of Memorial Hall; the University was given an opportunity to train its fireman in the station on Harvard Street. Since that first step, plans for even more cooperation have been made and carried to completion. Fire and plane spotters, for example, will be stationed atop Memorial Hall, Widener, and the Houses, for these...
...anonymous, footsore young actors is the vast, bare-tabled, coffee-smelling basement of Walgreen's drugstore in Times Square. Into this "poor man's Sardi's," every noon, swarm the occupants of a thousand hall bedrooms, to eat and table-hop, jam the phone booths, swap hard-luck stories, pick up casting tips. Lately they have also been coming to buy a nickel's worth of reading matter...