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...that accompanied his near-fatal heart attack in 1955, Lyndon woke Lady Bird, talked it over with her, and agreed that he had better summon the White House physician, Vice Admiral George G. Burkley, asleep in the guesthouse 100 strides down the road. Burkley quickly diagnosed a malfunctioning gall bladder...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Presidency: Not a Usual Man | 10/15/1965 | See Source »

...months in the total blackness of a dank cell in a Laotian mountain prison, their lacerated bare legs locked each night in crude wooden stocks, helpless to do anything more than curse when rats ran across their bodies, even more helpless to care for themselves when dysentery and bladder infections racked their bodies. Sanity hung by such threads as U.S. Special Forces Orville Roger Ballenger's calm recital each night of the 23rd Psalm, the creation of a deck of playing cards with tissue paper smuggled past the guards. Above all, they were sustained by the American determination...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Committed Men | 10/8/1965 | See Source »

...have blood in our eye, hair on our chest and tobacco in our bladder." See THE HEMISPHERE, The Fighting Resumes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Letter From The Publisher: Jun. 25, 1965 | 6/25/1965 | See Source »

...before a howling, rifle-waving crowd of 10,000, Tavera spewed hatred at the U.S. "There will not be peace until the last invader is destroyed and the last Yankee property is seized," he cried. "We have blood in our eye, hair on our chest and tobacco in our bladder. There is only one road - war." Soon after came Colonel Francisco Caamaño Deñó, who triggered the vicious little civil war, named himself "constitutionalist" President, and says he is for democracy. "We will fight to the end!" roared Caamaño. "There will not be one step...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Dominican Republic: The Fighting Resumes | 6/25/1965 | See Source »

Under a pretentiously artsy façade, Newley slams the audience with a symbol as if it were a clown's pig bladder. Cocky is pitted against an autocratic upper-class fat cat in a dented top hat named Sir (Cyril Ritchard). Sir makes the rules for the Game of Life, which is played rather like circular hopscotch on a huge disk at stage center. Any time Cocky manages two jumps forward, he is forced to go three jumps or more backward. Arbitrary? Unreasonable? One understands-the game is hopelessly rigged...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: Poppycocky | 5/28/1965 | See Source »

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