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...personally approved elaborate military plans for a five-day state funeral ("A damn fine show. I just hate that I'm not going to be around to see it," he had said), including attendance by heads of state. But a shorter, simpler schedule was ordered by his wife Bess, 87, whom he had often referred to fondly as "the boss." Instead of the planned procession with muffled drums, a casket-bearing caisson and the symbolic riderless horse, a caravan of 21 cars and a hearse briskly transferred the body from a funeral home to the Truman Library in Independence...
...funeral itself, held at the library, was basically an Episcopal service, although a Baptist minister and a Masonic leader also participated (Truman, past Masonic Grand Master, was baptized in the Baptist church at age 18; Bess is an Episcopalian). At Truman's request, no hymns were sung and there was no eulogy. Bess and her daughter Margaret watched the ceremony from behind a green curtain that screened them from the 242 invited mourners, all relatives or close friends of the family. At the burial site in the library courtyard-a spot Truman had selected 15 years ago-a frail...
...wasn't suggesting for a minute that the law be changed, but Bess Myerson, onetime Miss America and now New York City Commissioner of Consumer Affairs, did sound a bit wistful as she told a Daily News columnist how the medieval French used to keep merchants honest. A royal edict of 1481 held that "anyone who sells butter that contains stones or other things to add to the weight will be put into our pillory; then said butter will be placed on his head until entirely melted by the sun. Dogs may lick him and people offend him with...
...thought until she butchered "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues," which I could forgive because I can take or leave Dylan, too. Then she butchered "Chelsa Morning," which told me that nobody should mean with Joni Michell's songs. She's a little more insipid then say. Jone Bess, but Who Knows Where the Time Goes is a near masterpiece all the way around, and "Pretty Polly" stones for "Tom Thumb" at least...
...contempt in Ralph Nader's vast lexicon of villains. To Nader, the ABM and the smart bomb are scarcely more lethal than a chain of processed sausages. Hot dogs, insists the consumer advocate, are "among America's deadliest missiles." New York City's Consumer Affairs Commissioner Bess Myerson agrees: "After I found out what was in hot dogs, I stopped eating them." This people's entrée, this frank companion of alfresco meals and ball games-can it really be a finger-shaped monster? So it appears...