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...consolidated data center, which would computerize all the known facts concerning every U.S. citizen drawn from so cial security files, military records, census responses, school records, credit agencies, court records, tax returns, insurance forms, etc., and present them to the inquiring bureaucrat at the touch of a button. Who should be allowed to push that button is what Gallagher is worrying about. Says he: "The answer may be more important to liberty than that other big button we often worry about...
...marchers entered Philadelphia, a button-cute blonde in an ice blue Mustang convertible roared straight at the column, then braked to a stop. "You better get knives, you white niggers," she snarled at white marchers. "You're gonna need 'em." A pickup truck careened down the column as a white man in the passenger's seat flailed at the marchers with a club. When the demonstrators knelt to pray, they were sprayed by a white tough with a hose...
...thing to wear a button that says WE TRY HARDER; it's another to prove it. When Board Chairman Robert C. Townsend of Avis Rent-A-Car turned up at his office in Garden City, N.Y., one day wearing his company blazer-the kind worn by Avis folks who deal with the public-a bunch of his subordinates started trying harder. They began wearing their own Avis blazers, red or blue, to the office. Soon supervisory personnel in Avis stations all over the world were wearing them. Last week a group of 16 of them posed happily for their...
Esprit at Fidelity means dark blue socks, a button-down shirt, neatly knotted blue-and-gold striped regimental tie, grey slacks, shiny black shoes, navy blazer with brass buttons and a gold F on the breast pocket. Neat, but not too gaudy. Even in the office, as he feeds IBM cards into the computer, the Fidelity man is certainly a credit to de corps. No longer is there suppressed boyhood envy of the white-suited Good Humor man, no longer jealousy of bankers' grey. A fig for Braniff stewardesses in Pucci bloomers. Even those Avis chaps with their blazers...
...taken out to any one of more than a dozen trolley museums. He can see the long, spring-mounted pole that held the round grooved wheel ^That's the trolley") against the overhead electric wire. He can see where the motorman stood, his foot on the button that rang the bell ("One clang for stopping, two for starting"). He will also learn, if he listens, that by 1918 the bobbed-hair and spats set had their pick of some 100,000 trolleys and 45,000 miles of track to take them out to the ball game...