Word: westernness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Wary Hope. Western observers watched hawklike for signs of uncordiality between the Russians and their Chinese visitor; naturally there were some, and the conclusion was widespread that the talks had "tailed." Actually, after years of bitterness, they could hardly have "succeeded" in one week, and the significant fact remains that they took place...
...millions of Americans, the 113-year-old Western Union Telegraph Co. means bicycling messengers in green uniforms, miles of wire-carrying poles along railroad tracks and yellow shafts of light from all-night offices. The telegram business still accounts for more than half of the company's revenues, but it is dwindling along with the poles and messengers. Venerable Western Union is transforming itself into a new kind of telecommunications giant, using the latest pushbutton automation to provide a range of services as broad as electronic wizardry allows. This week, from the top of its 24-story brick-pile...
Stocks & Candy. Western Union has already gone a long way toward shedding its 19th century image. It operates a nationwide system for the Air Force designed to detect nuclear bomb explosions, an automatic teleprinter network that serves 9,129 customers in 2,000 U.S. cities and a private telephone system for the Philadelphia-Baltimore-Washington Stock Exchange. Its 30,000-mile facsimile-data-voice net serves the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, and a bigger hookup works for the Pentagon. In September, it opened a "broadband exchange service" to 19 cities that not only combines telephone, teletype and facsimile communication...
...workers with a light hand. "I direct by invisible authority," he says. "If things are running right, I don't interfere." He keeps in touch by flying from plant to plant in his private twin-engine Beechcraft, relaxes in his Poona home by listening to Western classical music on a stereo hifi...
Corruption of a Caraboid. This second volume of memoirs (the first carried Ehrenburg from his Moscow childhood through World War I) deals largely with writers and artists, good, bad and indifferent, whom Ehrenburg met in the capitals of Western Europe in the interwar years. Ehrenburg seems almost under a compulsion to mention as many as possible, as if to atone in some slight way for their "solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short lives. His portraits are touching, affectionate, anecdotal, but he scrupulously avoids discussing the writers' ideas. Only obliquely does he hint that many of the Russian writers were...