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...voice murmurs: "Hello, muffin, this is your lonesome gal. How are you tonight, baby? Your lonesome gal loves you better than anybody in the world, just remember that . . ." These fudgelike endearments, dripping from U.S. radios every weekday night, cause chest flutterings and glassy stares in cross-country truck-and-trailer rigs, diners, Army barracks and teen-age bedrooms from El Pasp to Boston...
...memos ranged from a pep talk on meeting the threat of television ("Quality is the only answer") to a query on a line of dialogue ("Can we get by with the word 'louse'? I thought it was taboo"). One memo noted that the titles in a trailer for a new movie were a "trifle too lurid." Another instructed a producer shooting in London not to use fog in any more scenes, "as it is very uneven." Still another suggested putting a new writer on a story in preparation: "It would be a four-or five-week...
...late afternoon. The drenching rain flooded the paved depression where State Street dips under a bridge out on the sprawling South Side. It forced a trucker named Mel Wilson to drive slowly as he hauled 8,000 gallons of gasoline into the city in a heavy truck & trailer rig. It kept Loop crowds huddled in doorways until just before Chicago Transit Authority streetcar 7078 came by. Then the rain ended, and No. 7078-one of a speedy new type which Chicagoans call "Green" Hornets"-was quickly jammed...
...oldtime Wobbly or an oldtime "bull o' the woods" lurching off to consult an oculist-or a bartender. The steam donkey, the logging locomotive, the oldtime logging camp had all but faded out; Caterpillars crashed and thundered through the fir jungles, yanking new-cut logs along, and truck &. trailer rigs took them to the mill. Loggers still wore "tin" pants, calked boots and red hats, but they felled trees with power saws, lived in town, and rode into the woods on buses or in their own cars...
...Promise You. Meanwhile Jimmy Roosevelt was looking more & more like a pretty shrewd politico. Up & down the San Joaquin Valley he was drawing crowds to the back platform of his shiny new trailer-bus. For his campaign manager Jimmy badly wanted George T. Davis, a smart San Francisco lawyer who had run the California Truman-Barkley clubs. Davis wanted to be sure that it was all right with Harry Truman at Key West. After sounding out the Administration's boys in the back room, Davis came back with a demand from the Truman advisers that Jimmy promise in writing...