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...funeral. There was room for only 250 inside the mortuary. Mrs. Willkie sat beside her son, Philip, a Navy lieutenant rushed back from convoy duty in the Atlantic for his father's funeral. Loud speakers were set up outside, and people stood on the lawn in the thin autumn sun shine. Three small boys sat on the mortuary steps self-consciously, hats held care fully in their laps; their elders greeted each other with the formality peculiar to small towns on grave occasions...
Here, even more than in the town, there was the feel of autumn quiet. People walking up the slope to the grave stirred fallen leaves. Mrs. Willkie stood quietly beside her son, and her husband's brothers, Fred and big Ed Willkie. When the coffin was lowered she took one quick step toward the grave. Then, slowly, with the family group, she walked away down the knoll. The crowd left. Wendell Willkie, who had discovered that the world was one, was back home in Indiana...
There's a tang of autumn and woolens in the air (special blanket issue for those around the Imperial Valley unaccustomed to a good northeaster) as one and all settle down behind a drawing board, bathed in a cold, to fight their way through finals...
...Winter Comes. The cold rains had stopped and the autumn sun was shining on Paris when General George C. Marshall, War Mobilization Director Jimmy Byrnes and their party stepped put of an Army C-54 transport which had flown nonstop from the U.S. They were met by Generals Eisenhower, Bradley and "Beedle" Smith, Eisenhower's crack chief of staff. Marshall and Eisenhower were solemn as they shook hands. They did not, of course, tell correspondents what they would confer about. One obvious guess: winter on the western front...
...Paris last week the name of Maillol was under a cloud. The aged sculptor had exhibited his work to Germans during the occupation. The huge Autumn Salon, which opened during the week, had sent him no invitation to contribute. Aristide Maillol had never followed public events or cared about politics. He refused even to discuss the war. He merely worked on in his Banyuls house, and when plaster became scarce he sent his son to ask the neighborhood dentists for more. In leisure moments, the old man listened to music. Few modern artists have evoked such critical acclaim. Wrote Britain...