Word: birthday
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...65th birthday party Harry Truman looked and acted like a man who had few qualms about the future. Congress was acting up again (see The Congress) and he still had four tough years ahead in the White House. But at 65, the President seemed to be in better shape than when he took office four years ago. "The President," proclaimed the White House physician, Brigadier General Wallace Graham, "is as close to being an iron man as anyone I know...
...four years Attorney General Tom Clark had given the party on Harry Truman's birthday. This was the biggest one of all. Court Jester George Allen, deep in the Truman doghouse last summer for his pro-Eisenhower antics, was out again and sniffing the friendly presidential air for the first time in months. He sat pleased and smiling at Harry Truman's own table. New York's Mayor William O'Dwyer, another doghouse tenant in pre-convention days, also had slipped back into the family. Ailing Les Biffle, Senate Secretary and a pal of many birthdays...
Everywhere in Japan, the people are suspended between the old, which is no longer considered right, and the new, which they do not yet understand. One day last week, Emperor Hirohito celebrated his 48th birthday. Between morning and nightfall, nearly 400,000 Japanese filed into the palace gardens to pay their respects to the Mikado. Since the Emperor has formally ceased to be a god and has begun to move freely about his realm, he has become even more popular with his people than in the old days. His subjects seem to prefer his humanity to his divinity; at baseball...
Amid the gossipy birthday crowds strolling last week across the imperial gardens at Tokyo, a frayed, rustic-looking little man stopped, doffed his hat and made a low bow toward the palace. In the middle of this gesture, once compulsory but now archaic, the little man suddenly became aware that his more modern-minded countrymen were staring at him. Deeply embarrassed, he checked himself in mid-bow, pretended that he was merely scratching his head, and put his hat back on. Then he shyly disappeared into the crowd...
Last week, as chubby, goat-bearded little Sir Thomas was celebrating his 70th birthday, a good part of England was helping him along. Even the British press, in the recent past not so charitable about their great conductor's churlishness, blossomed with flowery lead editorials on the great day. Said the Times: "Music is the medicine of the mind and Sir Thomas . . . is among the best doctors of the age, combining high professional skill with a highly popular bedside manner." Said the Manchester Guardian: "Sir Thomas . . . has always been and will always be an individualist. Everybody, including those...