Word: tycooning
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...Foremost in his makeup is vitality, drive, and aggressiveness," said Dr. Slight. "But he is expected to shut down these drives and be a man of diplomacy. The tycoon has not much place nowadays. The executive must be a compromiser. Therefore, a great deal of his innate drive cannot be expressed outwardly...
...replied: "Compared to Chicago, Yale is a boy's finishing school." Asked what he thought of Chicago, he said: "The faculty does not amount to much, but the president and the students are wonderful." When he prepared to testify before a committee of the Illinois legislature (after Drugstore Tycoon Charles Walgreen had charged that his niece was being taught Communism at the university), Trustee Laird Bell offered to pay Hutchins $25 for every wisecrack he didn't make...
Born to wealth (his father was a railroad tycoon), Firbank spent most of his short life roaming around the Mediterranean and the Caribbean, halting, as the whim seized him, in a tent in the desert, a palace in Portugal or an old house in Constantinople. He carried around with him a trunkful of objets d'art, including a bronze bull, his own novels bound in white vellum, some colored quill-pens, a "vast tortoiseshell crucifix" and stacks of "those large blue rectangular postcards" on which he wrote both his novels and correspondence ("Tomorrow I go to Hayti," crooned...
Despite his shyness, he is a crack salesman who throws no artistic tantrums. Far from turning out designs with offhand sureness, he works them over painstakingly until the client is satisfied. He also has an almost hypnotic power to impress, persuade and convince the toughest tycoon. Even the American Tobacco Co.'s late George Washington Hill, who used to frighten advertising men out of their wits, wilted under Loewy's gentle suasion. He paid him the whopping fee of $50,000 just for designing a new white package for Lucky Strike in 1942 ("Lucky Strike green has gone...
...story of the movie industry has long tempted U.S. novelists, and a few writers have brought Hollywood to fictional life e.g., F. Scott Fitzgerald in his unfinished elegy to the independent film artist, The Last Tycoon; Budd Schulberg in his acid-etched portrait of a ratty producer, What Makes Sammy Run? But most novelists who write about Hollywood become infected with the faults they set out to pillory: garish sentimentality and tabloid vulgarity...