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...Miracle Man." Al Whitney's father was a circuit-riding preacher in Iowa. Al had little schooling. At 15 he invested $2 in a basket of fruit and candy, boarded an Illinois Central train at Cherokee, and told the conductor that he was the new candy butcher. At 17 he was a brakeman, at 26 a freight conductor and a union member who applied evangelistic fervor to his fellow workers' grievances. He got on the Brotherhood of Railroad Trainmen's national payroll 43 years ago. He has never been off it (present salary...
Juan Perón went right on using food as an instrument of policy. Peru, dependent on Argentina for its meat, got some 40 tons last month, and Lima shoppers spent hours hacienda cola (sweating out the line) outside butcher shops. Last week, as a result of Argentine manipulations, the wheat stocks were down to a thin ten days' supply when the U.S. freighter Bert Williams brought in a timely 7,900 tons. Perón was after Peruvian oil, rubber, cotton-and an Argentina-oriented Peru...
Married. Captain Harry C. Butcher, 44, General Eisenhower's ex-aide, confidant and best-selling Boswell (My Three Years with Eisenhower); and Mary Margaret Ford, 34, ex-Red Grosser who met Navyman Butcher in Europe after the Battle of the Bulge; he for the second time, she for the first; in Bryn Mawr...
...pickets ringed the loading docks at the wholesale houses. But Hoffa's organizers now faced the sweaty business of riding after individual, dodging dogies. Republican Mayor Edward J. Jeffries ignored the prosecutor and asked that a charge of extortion be filed against the teamsters on behalf of a butcher named Bonkovitch. Detroit's editors were acting as though they had a burr in their pants. So was many a citizen. Labor baiting was rampant everywhere...
Full of such sidelights and highlights, My Three Years is good-natured, modest, knowledgeable reporting. It makes few judgments and adds only anecdotes-not insights-to the U.S. knowledge of Eisenhower. "I found myself," Butcher says, "continually in a dilemma while editing the diary. Some of the entries . . . appeared too brutally frank for publication. Yet I wanted to give the reader an honest report. . . ." He sold it for $175,000, the highest price of the war, to the Saturday Evening Post. Captain Butcher and his literary agent get it all, but Ike Eisenhower can be grateful to his old friend...