Word: trades
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...caught a couple of times: in 1946 he was indicted, eventually assessed costs of $500 for eliciting "fees" from independent grocerymen, who, rather than hire union drivers, were hauling their own provisions; in 1942 he was fined $1,000 for his part in a conspiracy to restrain trade among Detroit's wholesale paper companies...
...political and military leaders more accessible than in years, as if to prove all the earlier headlines untrue. The Syrian government, worried by the abrupt ups and downs of its currency, sought to reassure conservative Syrian businessmen that a leftist government in power need not mean expropriation. Three Syrian trade officials flew off to Moscow, anxious to justify the press stories of bountiful Soviet aid "without strings attached." They took with them ambitious requests for Soviet rubles to build roads, railroads and a Euphrates irrigation dam to rival those that Iraq is building downstream with its oil royalties. Now would...
...singer, Milton was spotted by RCA fieldmen while he was stomping it out on local Houston radio shows. He was hustled to New York, shorn of his Elvis Presley locks, fitted into a grey flannel suit and photographed in Central Park, looking sincere. RCA is pushing him with the trade on two newly released singles: Just Look, Don't Touch, She's Mine and Love A, Love A Lover...
Most important of all, the Braves themselves were agreed they could run all the way, and what made the big difference was the presence of a freckle-fisted pro named Albert Schoendienst. When they got Red from the Giants last June (in a trade for Pitcher Ray Crone, Second Baseman Danny O'Connell and Outfielder Bobby Thomson), the Braves got the leader they had been lacking for so long -a man who could tell them how to play and make them listen. Switchhitter Schoendienst had been around the league for so long (eleven years with the Cardinals before...
...greying, handsome man, a novelist by trade, sat in a New Jersey inn, talking amiably with two companions and sipping his favorite drink, an ice-cold, bone-dry martini with lemon peel. An animated party of four came in and sat down at the next table. The handsome man shifted uneasily. Beads of sweat pebbled his forehead as he stole a shy half-glance at the strangers. Abruptly, like a swimmer surfacing for a gasp of air, he got up, grabbed his drink and pivoted toward an untenanted dining area in the rear, taking his tablemates in tow with...