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...Senate Caucus Room, both sides were poised for battle. At stake was the confirmation of Jimmy Carter's nominee as CIA director: Theodore Sorensen, 48. Ready to bear witness against him were representatives of assorted conservative and right-wing groups, including the Liberty Lobby and the John Birch Society. Prepared to defend him were some of the ornaments of the Eastern liberal Establishment such as Averell Harriman and Clark Clifford...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE ADMINISTRATION: CARTER TAKES HIS LUMPS | 1/31/1977 | See Source »

Surprised Senators tried clumsily to soften the blow. Utah Republican Jake Garn assured Sorensen that his integrity had not been in question. Said the Senator: "I thought you were the wrong man for the wrong position." Indiana Democrat Birch Bayh told Sorensen that some people were out to get him "because they don't want a clean broom at the CIA." Senator George McGovern emerged from the audience to remark that the episode showed that the "ghost of Joe McCarthy still stalks the land." Committee Chairman Dan Inouye, who opposed the nomination, said that he hoped Sorensen would leave...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE ADMINISTRATION: CARTER TAKES HIS LUMPS | 1/31/1977 | See Source »

Major Michael Birch, a Pentagon spokesman, said yesterday that Carter will probably announce his choice in the near future, but said he could not predict exactly when that announcement will take place...

Author: By Gay Seidman, | Title: Huntington May Receive Top Level Pentagon Job | 1/26/1977 | See Source »

Silver Bay, Minn., is a pleasant community of 3,500 people nestled in the birch forests that line the northwestern shores of Lake Superior. Last year it celebrated the 20th year of its existence. This year may prove to be its last...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MINNESOTA: Silver Bay: Living in Limbo | 1/10/1977 | See Source »

...stop for another compass bearing; the needle takes an agonizingly long time to settle, then finally points north. We sight through the trees 45° where our hill−and the checkpoint−should be. No hill. Trusting the compass, we dash off again, leap a fallen birch, catch a sapling in the face. Still no hill. We stop, listen. Nothing but our pounding hearts and labored panting. Retrace our steps and go back to the swamp? No, we'll crash blindly ahead on our bearing. Now the ground begins to rise: a hill. We sprint up it. Suddenly...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Over the River, Into the Trees | 12/27/1976 | See Source »

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