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...monomolecular layer" (one molecule thick) of a fatty acid to keep dust off the glass. This process sounds formidably scientific, but in practice the glass was covered with a well-advertised brand of hair oil (essentially an emulsion of lanolin), and the excess wiped off carefully with special wool flannel...
...needed it. As boss of six textile mills in four cities in Massachusetts and Rhode Island, plump, hustling Joe Axelrod made the rounds every day, and he liked to keep in touch. Last week, Joe Axelrod added a fifth city (Providence) to his tour, a seventh plant (the Damar Wool Combing Co.) to his holdings. Even for a young man who likes to keep moving, Axelrod had moved far. In 9½ years he had parlayed $5,500 into an integrated textile empire worth $16 million...
...goods; his father sold them. Selling was no trick when war came; the trick was production. Joe turned it by picking up the newest textile machines, applying the newest techniques, and plowing all profits back into more plants. Joe's aim was integration-enough plants to handle wool virtually from the sheep's back to finished cloth. In 1942 Airedale Worsted Mills, Inc. was healthy enough to take over Woonsocket's Bernon...
...dyed-in-the-wool horse bettor, dog racing is evidence that man will bet on anything that moves-be it kangaroos, chimpanzees or jumping frogs. Certainly a dog track is no place to admire the look of a dog: his face is wrapped in a muzzle that looks something like an air-raid warden's mask. But dog racing is an $81 million-a-year business in Florida...
...little crowd gathered-mostly students in odds & ends of G.I. clothing. A young man with a red face, an Army combat jacket and a G.I. wool cap climbed out of an excavation across the street. "What's happening, Mac?" he asked. I told him they were going to unveil a plaque marking the approximate spot where the atom bomb started five years ago this afternoon. "They ain't makin' no bombs there now, are they?" he asked. I told him I didn't think so. He said: "Wadda ya know" and went back down...