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Into a large, cluttered Detroit studio one day 18 months ago strode a trim, lean man with the suave good looks of an ambassador and the cheery smile of a salesman. Around the room were barrels of clay and modeling tools; on the walls were blueprints of cars yet to be born. Only a handful of people were allowed in the room; few even knew its location. On a platform in the center stood the reason for the tight security. There for inspection by Harlow H. ("Red") Curtice, president of General...
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