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German businessmen were particularly stunned by the stature of the company and the colleague involved. Tapped by occupation authorities after the war as apolitical enough to manage part of the old Thyssen steelworks, Goergen built Phoenix-Rheinrohr into the nation's second largest steel company before he and Widow Amelie Thyssen, his principal stockholder, split in a disagreement over policy. With the $600,000 settlement that he received after resigning, Goergen bought into Henschel, a once mighty steam-locomotive maker in Kassel that had sagged into receivership because it had underestimated the diesel locomotive...
...Horace Dodge is dead. That won't change. As for the rest of it, who knows? Just before the auto heir died last December, he was divorcing his wife, but luckily for her he didn't make it in time, and Gregg Sherwood Dodge, fortyish, became his widow instead. She thought that meant she was in line for his $2,500,000 estate. Only he had too many debtors. So Gregg decided to sue not only his estate but also his mother (who's worth $65,000,000) for trying to break up the marriage. Now Gregg...
...satire on a real-life trial (Hales v. Petit) concerning a judge who also lost his reason and drowned himself near Canterbury. When the coroner's jury ruled felo-de-se (suicide), Judge Hale's estate was forfeited to the Crown. Countering in court, his widow roused a wild debate over whether Hale's felonious act of suicide preceded his death in point of time...
...Bertha Haas, 68, a Bronx widow, spent an evening with an elderly woman friend at the Avalon Ballroom, a kind of senior citizens' dance hall on Broadway that forbids liquor and jitterbugging, caters to older people looking for gentle companionship. Later, Mrs. Haas and her friend stopped at a cafeteria for a cup of tea and a bit of cheesecake, then took the subway to The Bronx and separated. Mrs. Haas walked home. Next morning a porter in Mrs. Haas's apartment building saw blood on the lobby floor. He followed a trail of bloody streaks...
There, in Park Avenue's 7th Regiment Armory, mourners moved past him at a rate of some 3,000 an hour. Next morning, a cortege placed the plain, steel Army casket aboard a train that took MacArthur, his widow Jean and son Arthur, 26, to Washington. It was raining as the procession headed slowly toward the Capitol, but tens of thousands lined the streets. In the rotunda President Johnson, his face working with emotion, placed a wreath at the casket's head. A dirge sounded as a military honor guard took its post...