Word: workbenches
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Though they bear the mark of the poet's workbench, with words missing or a choice of words still undecided-as, for instance, between decay and worn away-most of the poems nonetheless lilt their way through the favorite Housman themes of love, war, death, courage, the transient beauty of life and the ironies of loving and leaving it. As ever, Housman is chiefly the laureate of youth. (Critic Cyril Connolly once pointed out that in 63 poems, Housman used the word "lad" 67 times.) If few of the lines from the Manuscript are memorable, they are all refreshingly...
Murphy Workshop. A fold-up workshop for do-it-yourselfers has been put on sale by Dor-Bak Corp., Chicago. Measuring only 18 by 40 by 7 in. when closed, the workshop includes a workbench that supports 300 Ibs., heavy-duty electrical outlets, a peg board for hanging up tools. Price...
Factory work is, indeed, so attractive in People's China that it is sad to read in the People's Daily of July 11th that many parents still think it better for their children to get secondary education than to pass directly from primary school to workbench. Castigating these outworn ideas, the official Communist newspaper warns parents that only a few children can go to secondary schools, and that the party and government will show them that juvenile labour is "equally glorious...
Most big corporations have long believed that the best way to get executives is to take the most promising men from the workbench or college, and set up a systematic program to turn the brightest of them into bosses. These men are shifted from department to department to get the broadest possible view of the entire operation and to keep from getting in the rut that is frequently the penalty of over-specialization. Periodically, the men are graded by their superiors, e.g., Esso Standard Oil has an elaborate form on which a man's superiors grade him for everything...
...apprehensive world asked these questions at bars and council tables, at workbench and at hearthside, followed them with a hundred more. The answer was buried in the mind of a grey, catlike old man behind the walls of the Kremlin. Would the cat in the Kremlin jump again? If he did, where and how would he strike? Or could he again be made to purr benignly in the role that had persuaded a lot of Americans (who would now like to bite their tongues off) to call him, fondly, Uncle...