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...office, crowded with reporters, TV technicians and equipment. The air conditioning was turned low (lest microphones pick up the hum), and the President perspired heavily under the klieg lights. His delivery seemed almost deliberately low-keyed, but he appeared nervous as he frequently wiped the sweat from his brow, brushed back his damp hair...
Typically, the mayor tried to please everybody-and ended up pleasing hardly anyone. Sweating profusely at a floodlit conference (where the mayor's frantic brow-mopping provided photographers with readymade man-in-agony pictures), Wagner announced his choices. He dumped Gerosa, picked able Deputy Mayor Paul R. Screvane, 46, to run as city council president, downrated Brooklyn Haberdasher Stark to controller. The move took Stark out of the line of succession should the mayor resign for a federal appointment. Cried Brooklyn Boss Joseph T. Sharkey, white-faced with anger: "I think the Jewish people in this town might feel...
...have great bones. It grins well, and has mastered the large-eyed look that goes with the expression "Ooooh!" But it is not very good at registering more subtle emotions ("Aaaaeee!", "Aaannh?" and "Mmmm!"). And nothing it shows in public moments is as intense as the faint crinkle of brow when, several times a day, its owner changes a mole into a beauty spot with a makeup pencil...
...Holy Smoke." Born in Wallasey, a grimy industrial city near Liverpool, Arthur Christiansen got to Fleet Street at 20 as London editor of the Liverpool Evening Express, a brash young man whose hair broke over a "rather high brow in embarrassing, almost girlish waves." At 29, he became editor of the Daily Express, second-largest daily in the Western world (after the London Daily Herald). In jig time, Christiansen had the Express in front, although it was later overtaken by the London Daily Mirror. Before a heart attack forced him into retirement, Express circulation doubled...
What they saw was a thin, balding man of 55 who looked more like a bank clerk than a butcher: a thin mouth between protruding ears, a long, narrow nose, deep set blue eyes, a high, often wrinkled brow. He looked puny beside two burly,, blue clad Israeli policemen. When he stood, he resembled a stork more than a soldier...