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...before Roosevelt became the unsuccessful Democratic candidate for Vice President, Lucy Mercer was wed to a man 30 years her senior, Winthrop Rutherfurd, a New York society figure whose first wife-a daughter of former Vice President Levi Morton-had died in 1917 after bearing him five children. Lucy bore him one daughter...
Into a green duffel bag and a green foot locker that bore the stenciled words, "Lance Cpl. C. J. Whitman," he stuffed provisions to sustain him during a long siege and to cover every contingency: Spam, Planters peanuts, fruit cocktail, sandwiches and boxes of raisins, jerricans containing water and gasoline, rope, binoculars, canteens, transistor radio, toilet paper, and, in a bizarre allegiance to the cult of cleanliness, a plastic bottle of Mennen spray deodorant. He also stowed away a private armory that seemed sufficient to hold off an army: machete, Bowie knife, hatchet, a 6-mm. Remington bolt-action rifle...
...United Air Lines' 100,000-Mile Club, thinks many meetings could just as well take place with telephone conference calls. Among those who share his complaint is Zoologist Charles J. Flora, 37, of Western Washington State College, who looks on traveling to conferences as at best an unavoidable bore and at worst a deadly ritual. "You get to the point, so enervated with endless waiting and the cramped discomfort of jet flight," says Flora, "that you quit making passes at the stewardesses...
...being serialized meanwhile in Good Housekeeping. The First Lady bombarded him with memos, "usually in outrage," protesting "deficiencies in my efforts to preserve the privacy of the children." One little-known factor with in the Kennedy menage was the President's allergy to animal fur-a handicap he bore nobly in view of the expansive zoo of dogs, hamsters, ponies and other pets maintained by the Kennedy children. One of the hamsters doubtless attained rodentian nirvana by drowning in the presidential bathtub...
...Hallelujah. Training completed") lay crumpled on a night table. A blood-drenched sneaker remained where it had fallen. The upstairs bath was awash with blood. Downstairs, strips of bed sheet, clumsily tied with reef knots and granny knots, lay about the living-room floor, and the soft cushions bore ugly dark stains...