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...high. Astonishingly, her bullet whizzed harmlessly between a TV crew and agents, striking the wall of the hotel 5½ ft. above the sidewalk. But it had been deflected just enough to her left to miss Ford by about 5 ft. at roughly head level as he bent to get in his limousine. The deflection was caused by the swift reflexive action of Oliver Sipple...
...Reith enjoyed a moment of "jubilation" when Churchill was defeated in the 1945 general elections. But postwar gratifications, other than those that came from the understanding of his patient wife Muriel, were few. As Reith saw it, the vagaries of history as well as the stupidities of men seemed bent on frustrating him. Hoping that he would be appointed Viceroy of India so that he could demonstrate his ability to run something really big, Reith was crestfallen when in 1947 Lord Mountbatten was sent to manage Britain's evacuation of India: "So that is the job I most wanted...
...Week. Advanced Chemical Technology, the Los Angeles County firm that makes the $199.50 Taser, reports that all sales thus far have been to private citizens bent on self-protection. Currently 200 Tasers a week are coming off the production line, and more than 1,000 have been sold since March. The company has been urging its salesmen to do their best to sell the Taser refill cartridge ($10 each) only to legitimate customers, but with the Miami robbery, another weapon has entered the arsenal of both sides in the crime...
...York museums are now as bent on resurrecting lost reputations as, a decade ago, they were on promoting new ones. A revisionist ecstasy is in the air, and one of the more important artists to benefit from it (if posthumously) is Sculptor Elie Nadelman. A definitive retrospective of some 150 sculptures and drawings opened last week at the Whitney Museum, organized by Art Historian John Baur, director of the Whitney until his retirement last year...
...unwoodsman-like display of burned fingers, smoldering copies of the Milwaukee Sentinel, and constant invocations of deity piercing loudly and unecologically through the bucolic serenity of the Northland forest. Earlier, we pulled in to pay and encountered an old woman who began to babble about mushrooms--she was hell-bent, she told us, for the mushroom watcher's club meeting at nearby Nicolet College. She clutched her mushroom directory. Her daughter, a pious-looking woman with butterfly glasses who ran the place, rolled her eyes in embarassment after her mother had bustled out, and remarked that gee I had even...