Word: wheelings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Thermometers plunged toward zero, and so did labor relations at South Bend's Studebaker-Packard plant, strikebound for three weeks. As pickets huddled to keep warm one day last week, a black Mercedes-Benz picked a path toward the main gate. At the wheel was Studebaker's Hollywood-handsome president, Sherwood Harry Egbert, 41. Pickets closed around his sedan, refused to let Egbert through unless he showed a union pass...
...Charles Town are the same breed-refugees from the big-city race tracks of the North. They travel to West Virginia because New York and Maryland tracks are closed, because Florida is too expensive and too far away. Explains one hardbitten railbird: "Charles Town is the only wheel in town...
...next academic year, 1962-63, most faculty deals were being carried out on the beginner level, as graduate students flocked to the holiday meetings of learned societies to be interviewed by cool-eyed professors in "the slave market." But once on a faculty, teachers are free to wheel and deal in a world where Chips have fallen and sharp young men in Brown Tweed Suits thrive on perpetual opportunity. Compared with the C.O.D. wooing of baseball players, or even with the corporate kidnaping of business executives, the art of hiring professors is so subtle, so roundabout, that it requires...
...Little Booze. At 3, the revolving door spun like a roulette wheel and in tumbled the mob. At 3:15 the bar was jammed three, four, five, six deep, and the noise was like a rocket's roar. It was just like the old days. "Lemme hear them tills ring!" Toots yelled. To his eleven-year-old son Rory, Shor called "C'm on, little Toots! Drink up! Have a little booze!" A young Roman Catholic priest entered diffidently, and Shor bounded over to him to greet him with a hug and a kiss. It was "Father Bill...
...Belle Américaine (Continental) is the latest French offering for motor-minded moviegoers: a souped-up export model, skaty-eight sillynders and loaded with hi-octane hilarity, that despite occasional wheezes will undoubtedly transport hordes of moviegoers with merriment. At the wheel is Robert Dhéry, a 40-year-old writer-director whose Broadway revue of 1958, La Plume de Ma Tante, is still humming along on the road. If he rolls on at this rate, he will soon be giving the incomparable Jacques Tati (Mr. Hulot's Holiday) a run for the funny money...