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From boebert@sctc.com Sun Jul 29 22:15:34 1990
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From: boebert@sctc.com (Earl Boebert)
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Subject: Re: The IBM Songbook
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This was posted to alt.folklore.urban by mistake ... senile dementia strikes
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again!
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Somebody owes me a drink for this ...
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MARCH ON WITH IBM
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Verse:
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The fame of IBM
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Spreads across the seven seas,
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Our standards fly aloft,
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Proudly waving in the breeze,
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With T.J. Watson guiding us
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we lead throughout the world,
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For peace and trade our
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banners are unfurled - unfurled.
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Chorus:
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March on with IBM
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We lead the way,
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Onward we'll ever go,
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In strong array;
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Our thousands to the fore,
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Nothing can stem,
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Our march forevermore,
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With IBM.
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March on with IBM
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Work hand in hand,
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Stout hearted men go forth,
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In every land;
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Our flags on every shore,
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We march with them,
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On high forevermore,
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For IBM.
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To: THOMAS J. WATSON
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Tune: "Auld Lang Syne"
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T.J. Watson - you're our leader fine,
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the greatest in the land,
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We sing your praises from our hearts
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we're here to shake your hand.
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You're IBM's guiding star
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throughout the hemispheres,
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No matter what the future brings,
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we all will perservere.
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You've made our IBM so great
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in every land supreme,
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Our service meets all needs of men
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and works just like a team.
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You've brought us through to victory,
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with leadership that's prime,
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We'll always love and honor you
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for the sake of Auld Lang Syne.
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To: THOMAS J. WATSON
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Pack up your troubles - T.J. Watson's here!
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And smile, smile, smile.
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He's the genius in our IBM
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He's the man worth while
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He's inspiring all the time,
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And very versatile - oh!
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He is our strong and able President!
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His smile's worth while.
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"Great organizer and a friend so true,"
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Say all we boys,
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Ever he thinks of things to say and do
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To increase our joys.
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He is building every day
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In his outstanding style - so
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Pack up your troubles Mr. Watson's here
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And Smile - Smile - Smile
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To: F. W. NICHOL (VP and General Manager, IBM)
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His cause IBM and for all of its men
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He is working and planning, we know;
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His time without spare, and a knowledge
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that's rare
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Is making our company grow.
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Yes, yes, we all know
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Mr. Nichol you're making us grow;
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Your thoughts full of zeal
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which to you reveal
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Ever help to keep us on the go.
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Wherever we are, be it near or afar
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We will find he has given us with care
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A mesage to all that has sounded the call
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For the will to go forward and dare.
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Yes, yes we all know
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Mr. Nichol you're making us grow;
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the lessons you teach
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make us strive to e'er reach
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Our records and keep on the go.
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To: C.L. KIRK (Executive Vice-President, IBM)
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Tune: "Carry Me Back to Old Virginny"
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Ever we praise our able leaders.
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And our progressive C.A. Kirk
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is one of them.
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He is endowed with the will to go forward.
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He'll always work in the cause of IBM;
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All of our people united applaud him,
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As his success in our Company recall,
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As we know that each one
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is solidly for him.
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Proud of the job he is doing for us all.
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To: J.L. BARTON (Plant Manager, Endicott Plant)
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In Endicott we have a man,
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Whose thoughts will ever be,
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To fill each need with greater speed,
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Throughout our factory;
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J.L. Barton, to IBM you're true;
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You'll ever go ahead we know
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And we are back of you.
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IBM COUNTRY CLUB SONG
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by Miss Viola M. Lee, Associate Member, IBM Country Club
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(Sung to the tune of "Annie Lisle," the Cornell Alma Mater)
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Verse:
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'Twixt the Susquehanna River,
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and the hills so green:
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Stands the Club House white and shining,
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Fairest ever seen.
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Fields for sport and lawns for playgrounds
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Games when days are gray,
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Many hours of healthful pleasure
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Found there day by day.
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Chorus:
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Thanks we give to our great leader
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And we sing with vim,
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"Hail to Mr. T.J. Watson
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And the IBM."
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HAIL TO THE IBM
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Lift up our proud and loyal voices,
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Sing out in accents strong and true,
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With hearts and hands to you devoted
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And inspiration ever new,
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Your ties of friendship cannot sever,
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Your glory time will never stem
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We will toast a name that lives forever
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Hail to the IBM.
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Our voices swell in admiration,
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Of T.J. Watson proudly sing,
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He'll ever be our inspiration,
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To him our voices loudly ring.
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The IBM will sing the praises
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Of him who brought us world acclaim,
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As the volume of the chorus raises
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Hail! To his honored name.
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EVER ONWARD
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Verse:
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There's a thrill in store for all
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for we're about to toast
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The corporation that we represent.
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We're here to cheer each pioneer
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and also proudly boast,
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Of that man of men
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our sterling president
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The name of T.J. Watson means
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a courage none can stem
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And we feel honored to be
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here to toast the IBM.
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Chorus:
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Ever Onward! Ever Onward!
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That's the spirit that has brought
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us fame.
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We're big but bigger we will be,
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We can't fail for all can see,
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that to serve humanity
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Has been our aim.
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Our products now are known
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in every zone.
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Our reputation sparkles
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like a gem.
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We've fought our way through
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And new fields we're sure to conquer, too,
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For the Ever Onward IBM!
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Ever Onward! Ever Onward!
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We're bound for the top
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to never fall,
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Right here and now we thankfullyt
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Pledge sincerest loyalty
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To the corporation
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that's the best of all
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Our leaders we revere
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and while we're here,
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Let's show the world just what
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we think of them!
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So let us sing men - Sing men
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Once or twice, then sing again
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for the EVER ONWARD IBM!
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___________________
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Well, there you have it, whether you wanted it or not. I love that
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"We're here to cheer each pioneer;" that has to be the finest bit of
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doggerel since "His buckskin shirt/all smeared with dirt."
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A note on sources: these lyrics were from the liner notes to a record
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distributed by Advanced Computer Techniques (ACT) Corporation at the
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Western Joint Computer Conference circa 1960-62. No explicit source
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was quoted by ACT, but there were enough current and former IBMer's at
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the conference that it was unlikely that they could have gotten away
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with a fake. There was also a rumor that IBM complained (and in those
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days, a complaint from IBM was a formidable thing) and ACT stopped
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handing the records out ... but then again they might have just run
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out of stock. I think this was also the Western Joint where Herb
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Grosch said that "The missile race is the swan song of a dying
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civilization," and thereby became the only VP of IBM ever to be fired
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twice. Ah, those were heady times ...
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