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...signing the pledge and says: "I really made an honest effort, but I was climbing the walls. It was terrible, terrible," Others include Bill Marshall, a Greenfield insurance agent who resisted temptation for only one day. That night, he was awakened by a telephone call from a farmer whose barn had just been blown down in a fierce storm. Marshall reached for a cigarette-and kept on reaching, Jim McCutchan, manager of Greenfield's I.G.A. grocery store, was hooked again after three days. "I kept reaching in my shirt pocket," he says. "Almost tore a couple of pockets...
Chairman Henry Ford II, whose hiring of Knudsen had been widely hailed in Detroit as a managerial masterstroke, walked into Knudsen's office two weeks ago and told him that he was through. Stunned and aggrieved, Knudsen asked why he was being dismissed from his job, which paid him $580,952 last year. As Knudsen told the story, Ford replied only that "things did not work out as I had hoped." At a press conference last week, Ford conceded that he could not think of any Knudsen decisions that he had disagreed with and kept repeating: "It just didn...
...Thunderheads. For Gross's purposes, "men of letters" are critics and journalists-as distinguished from novelists, poets, playwrights and other creative persons, though countless creators served as men of letters too. His well-read line of English literary men should really be traced back to Dr. Samuel Johnson, whose Lives of the Poets began the great industry of literary criticism and gossip. But what began with a bang (Johnson was capable of no lesser noise) is clearly ending in a whisper. Between Johnson and Eliot lay the great age of the literary thunderheads, roughly dated between...
...supply of subway tokens he would send a fighter up against a mountain slide. The fighter, swimming up from economic backwaters, is a supreme dolt and an exploited object of surface pity. Then comes the trainer, faithful as a mutt. Behind them all sits the omnipotent syndicate, whose generals eat pheasant under glass and meticulously avoid the sauce stains...
...Thirty Years' War (1618-48) turned much of the Continent into a wasteland. Alliances flickered on and off like fireflies. Richelieu did his work, too, in a time of witch burning and archaism. His very closest adviser and friend, a shrewd Capuchin named Père Joseph (for whose shadowy role the title Eminence grise seems to have been invented) was entirely obsessed, for example, with a yearning to renew the crusades against the infidel...