Donald Nelson had shaken off his gloom. A fortnight before he had been bogged down in his job's endless, exasperating detail. He had been worried about the bickering inside his War Production Board; for the first time he had seemed afraid that his work would never be done. Now, suddenly, from the accurate daily graphs on his desk, he could see that the production picture was taking powerful form.
The nation's Production Boss, after lunching with President Roosevelt, talked cheerily with reporters, whom he had recently avoided. Then he flew to Manhattan, spoke at an Army Day dinner, spreading his new optimism...
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