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Discharged in 1946, White received his law degree from Yale magna cum laude. He married his University of Colorado sweetheart, Marion Stearns, daughter of the university president. Fresh out of law school, he got a cherished appointment: law clerk to Supreme Court Chief Justice Fred M. Vinson. Kennedy, then a U.S. Representative, had his office near the Court building, and the two met again. "When we bumped into each other, we always had something to talk about," says White. When his term with Vinson was up, White went to two of Washington's biggest law firms in search...
...have suffered too much and too long. I would like not to feel for a while." Fitzgerald died in 1940 of a heart attack, at the age of 44. Of his last years, Turnbull says: "Fitzgerald seemed like some mild-mannered clerk-sweet, gentle, amiable, but devoid of temperament or bite, as if he had been erased...
...William K. Woodburn, Mrs. Rockefeller's lawyer, walked into the county clerk's office and filed Case No. 197,412. It was a two-page complaint charging that Mrs. Rockefeller had been treated "with extreme cruelty, entirely mental in character, which caused the plaintiff great unhappiness and injured her general health." He also asked that "all persons be excluded from the court," as permitted by Nevada...
Williams got $65 a month as a clerk-typist and odd-job man. Though he now jokes about his rise "from shoe biz to show biz," he hated the job. He would begin the day dusting shoes, "thousands and thousands of shoes." Nights, right after supper, he would go to his room, which was just big enough to hold...
...tone now prevails throughout the British Isles. Most of the new British poets seem more mental than emotional, more likely to lapse into prose than to burst into song. But Ireland's Thomas Kinsella, a 33-year-old clerk in the Civil Service, who scribbles verses in his spare time, is an exciting exception: a lyric poet in a didactic age. His words are modern but his music is as old as Celtic eloquence. When the demon is on him, Kinsella sings with a wild Irish sweetness, as when he writes of love...