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When his "Edict" appeared, Franklin had the pleasure of being a guest at the country estate of a friend. Another guest "came running in to us out of breath" with the morning papers, Franklin recounted in a letter to his son. "Here's the King of Prussia claiming a right to this kingdom!" Franklin feigned innocence as the story was read aloud...
Listen closely around official Washington this week, and you can hear a very subtle sound. It's people holding their breath. The latest Supreme Court term is drawing to a close. There are important rulings on affirmative action and gay rights still outstanding. But the decision that the city is really waiting for will be handed down by one man alone. At age 78, with a bad back, a Republican in the White House and his own powerful legacy firmly in place, Chief Justice William Rehnquist may decide this would be the perfect time to retire. If he steps away...
...Italian diplomatic corps. Instead of briefing the budding diplomats on the subtleties of international relations, the billionaire leader addressed them as a potential new sales force. "Present yourself well," he said, according to someone who was there: firm handshakes, no sweaty palms and don't get caught with bad breath. Berlusconi's salesman's touch has served him well over the past 10 years. The television baron was a novelty when he entered politics in 1993, but he got elected by adapting American campaign tactics - colorful party conventions and slick campaign slogans - to an Italian audience. It didn't hurt...
Summers then conferred honorary degrees on 11 leaders from the world of business, art and academia. When Provost Steven E. Hyman read a brief biography of honorand Norman C. Francis and took a breath after mentioning that Francis served as chair of Educational Testing Services, hisses arose from the audience...
...scout slashing a path through the foliage. Our guide, Hmong rebel commander and government enemy Moua Toua Ther, instructed us to sit tight rather than run. The thick foliage, he knew, afforded us some protection. Hours passed. Every rustle in the undergrowth was met with nervous intakes of breath. Not until 4 a.m. did we dare move again. We crossed the biting-cold river in our underwear with our packs humped on our shoulders and our clothes slung round our necks, then we marched 12 hours to a road where, to our profound relief, a car awaited...