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...honeymoon is over," snapped the Republican Cleveland Plain Dealer. Said pro-Eisenhower Publisher John S. Knight in the Detroit Free Press: "President Eisenhower's popularity should not suggest that he is immune from criticism." Texas' San Angelo Standard-Times, which backed Ike in 1952 and 1956, complained: "The Administration has not only gone back on its promise of government economy, it is not entirely frank with the people." Across the U.S. last week, Ike-minded newspapers raised voices in the first general criticism since the Eisenhower Administration took office in 1953. The chief cause was the familiar cause...
National Problem. Wherever he went on his dawn-to-dusk schedule* -San Angelo, Texas, Woodward, Okla., Clovis, N. Mex.-Ike faced the same brown, dismal picture. He sympathetically questioned the farmers and ranchers ("How much water are you pumping? What did you get out of your dry fields?"), frequently found in the hard-pressed people a surprising resoluteness-a "chins-up" attitude, as he expressed it. And they sensed that, because the President was there, their problem was now recognized as a national problem...
Cold Hands. Here last week the new rector of the institution, spidery young Father Angelo Sappa, presided over a black, grey and white sea of 190 nuns from 39 orders. It was bitter cold, and the boiler broke down, but Theologian Sappa made a parable...
This bold pioneering was based on years of study by San Francisco's Dr. Angelo May, using human cadavers to see whether the bottleneck material could be removed by a simple instrument, and then testing the method on live dogs to see how well they stood the operation. With encouraging answers to both questions, Dr. Bailey got a supply of May curettes: metal tubes, only one-sixteenth of an inch in diameter, nine inches long, with a nick filed halfway through at one end. On Oct. 29 he was ready for his first patient...
...Peep at the Window. No one, perhaps, in all Borgetto knew these things better than Antonina, the dark-eyed daughter of grizzled Angelo Polizzi, though she was only twelve years old. In a darkened room Antonina gazed in agony at the drawn slats on her window evening after evening as handsome young Giuseppe Pellerito strolled by on the Way of the Deluge. Were it not for her testy old father, the two might well have looked forward to marriage any spring, but Angelo had laid down the law: Giuseppe at 18 was too old for his daughter. Knowing this, Antonina...