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Before a Senate subcommittee last week appeared a little man with a long tale of woe. The man was Sidney Gould, head of a small Brooklyn company which nickel-plates towel racks and auto bumpers. His woe was the black market in nickel. "To get any nickel," he told the Senators, "you practically have to open a peep hole and say 'Benny sent me.' Of course, if you want to pay the price and meet the terms-meaning cash so the OPS can't keep track-then there's no shortage...
...Army veteran who had dropped $557 in a poker parlor came to the pastor with his tale of woe. George followed his directions ("Turn right at the top of the stairs, seventh door along the corridor on the right") and barged into a thriving dive just above the town's Bible Book Store...
...Stabilization Agency last week issued a broad and hazy price proclamation aimed at almost every businessman. ESA asked for a general freeze on prices except farm products (about which ESA can do little), and a rollback of price increases since Dec. 1. The freeze was voluntary, said ESA, but woe to the businessman who didn't obey. ESA warned that anyone who did not cooperate would be punished when "feasible," apparently meaning when ESA makes the order mandatory and gets some price cops...
...changes so often that a passenger is never quite sure. On Joy Street's fashionable Beacon Hill rise lives Emily Field, a young society woman with "charm and vivacity enough to hold her own at a Hasty Pudding Club dance or a Beck [an uppercrust Harvard dormitory] spread." Woe is Emily; these enviable talents are spent on a proper Bostonian whom she married "to be peaceful and pleasant and safe." Poor Roger, she loves him dearly but he is always catching colds and nodding agreement and failing to get her with child...
...speaking a strange tongue, crowded into miserable tenements, thousands soon turned up on the relief rolls, costing the city $15,600,000 a year. Their children crowded the already crowded public schools. With shrill cries of outrage and alarm, the sensational journals gave tongue, blaming them for every civic woe. Feature writers found them living five and six to a room, two and three families to an apartment, in cellars and abandoned stores, even in coalbins. The average Puerto Rican was pictured heaving his disease-racked body off the plane and heading straight for a relief center. More sinister...