The WPB offices seethed and simmered. Down the halls went whispers of revolt and counter-revolt. WPB was in the midst of a palace revolution—which would either save the day or hasten the failure.
Back to the grinding struggle, after a week's rest in the Adirondacks, went Donald Nelson, the patient, plodding ex-Sears, Roebuck vice president now under fire for failing to be Production Boss in fact as well as in title. He had gone away dog-tired, his nerves deckle-edged, and almost willing to give in and give up. Now the weary wrinkles had left his brown eyes; the sag...
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