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...Washington, D.C. high school to tour with Orson Welles (a truant officer brought him home from Philadelphia); he put in a couple of years in stock, went to Yale Drama School. Then he moved hopefully to Broadway. "As a playwright," he remembers, "I achieved the rank of hotel night clerk at 22, nightward attendant in a psychiatric hospital at 25, a magazine copy boy at 28." It was while he was a copy boy (at TIME) that his play Bullfight became an off-Broadway...
...high noon on voting day, Halleck went on the House floor pretty sure that he was licked, but still full of fight. He watched closely as Minnesota's Walter Judd tallied each vote. As the clerk started back through the list to check those who had not answered the first call, Halleck's breaks came with a rush. Two of his Ike-backing votes, landed by overdue planes, walked into the House. The three-man G.O.P. delegation from Kansas swung over to Ike. Another Congressman muttered, "I'm not chicken," swung too. When the roll call ended...
...clerk in one of Britain's largest investment trusts last week shook open a soiled manila envelope, and out fell a wad of crumpled ?5 notes, accompanied by a crudely scrawled order to buy stocks. "The man probably had the money in his mattress for 25 years,'' said a fund executive, "but we're getting used to this sort of thing." This "sort of thing" was such a rush to buy shares in British corporations that the Financial Times's share index soared to 259.7, up from 188.1 last fall. Many a broker grumbled that...
When lunchtime came, Mrs. Lockwood opened jars of baby food, arranged them on a clerk's desk. The children dug in greedily, splattered strained apricots and sweet potatoes generously over a stack of tax reports. Robbie started to cough on his food, and a nerve-shredded clerk told Mrs. Lockwood not to let him choke. "Mind your own business," she snapped. "It's my baby, not yours...
Next, René found a wastebasket and enthusiastically overturned it. A clerk spoke sharply to her and she started to scream. Baby Robbie thereupon joined in lustily. At last, after 4½ hours, the harried tax collector surrendered. Margaret Lockwood was told that her husband's check had been released, and she could pick it up at his office. Bob Lockwood would have another chance to talk over the claims against him; even if back taxes were actually due, they could be paid in small installments. And across the U.S., tax collectors braced themselves for a tide of determined...