Word: chips
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...little learning is a dangerous thing, a lot of it can also get a man into trouble. Specimen: handsome, polished Career Diplomat Charles Eustis Bohlen, 55, U.S. Ambassador to the Philippines. Tabbed back in 1929 to become a Russian expert, "Chip" Bohlen got to be so fluent in Russian that he was picked to be Franklin Roosevelt's interpreter at the wartime meetings with Stalin. As a result, Bohlen had to carry around the never-quite-erasable mark of Yalta, and grievances about Yalta stirred strenuous Republican opposition on Capitol Hill in 1953 when President Eisenhower named Bohlen Ambassador...
...Belgium, Ireland. Together, they are striving to shrink the company's order backlog of 82,000 cars and trucks, equal to six months' top production. As a result. Daimler-Benz stock is one of the greatest sensations on West Germany's booming stock market. A blue chip by nature, it is also the market's star riser, has gone up 400% in the past year, and last week alone jumped 10% to hit $800 a share...
Ussery has salted away $100,000 in blue chip stocks, has earned more than $100,000 this year. At Saratoga last week, Ussery hunted for a winner so zealously that he rode in ten out of 14 races before finally crossing the finish line in front. Sums up Arcaro: "He's a hungry...
Since this quickly came to be regarded as a slap not only at Bohlen but at Herter, Press Secretary Jim Hagerty worked fast to get the record straightened out. The President, in fact, had known and admired Chip Bohlen for years, had stood of Joe McCarthy and other powerful Senate Republicans (who grumbled that Russian-speaking Bohlen was a key figure at Yalta) to get him nominated in 1953 to Moscow. At week's end, after he simmered down, Ike by cable fired off statements of confidence to Bohlen in Manila. Chances were good that personable Chip Bohlen would...
...stories: "Until now, writers of immigrant literature treated it all like a case history. Some were frankly ashamed of it. They made out like it was mysterious, and something the quicker over with the better. I came along and told the same story without inhibition or aggression or a chip on the shoulder. And what happened? Now Lutherans up in the Northwest and Scotch Irish down in Georgia and Italians in Connecticut, they write and tell me, 'This is my mother and this is our house.' The identity is broader than we knew...