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...road builders' monster machines were busy everywhere last week. They pushed across the green pastures of Illinois, through the swamps of Florida, over the hills of Arkansas, along the rocky New England coast. Unlike the nation's earlier road builders, who often followed Indian trails, cow paths and other roundabout routes of least resistance, today's planners lay out their roads from helicopters and planes with an eye to the shortest distance, then put their machines to cutting the highways over mountains and through trackless timberland, bridging lakes and rivers, spanning cities...
Perhaps recalling the plentiful publicity that accrued years ago when Oklahoma's stogie-chomping Governor Alfalfa Bill Murray planted chickpeas on the lawn of the gubernatorial mansion, Michigan's boyish Governor G. Mennen ("Soapy") Williams staged a cow-milking contest on the front lawn of the statehouse (for Lansing's June Dairy Month). Snuggling up to a Guernsey, Princeton-educated Soapy seized the controls confidently, but could not shift out of neutral, squeezed out fourth in a field of four. Winner: Lansing's Mayor Ralph Crego...
...rock-'n'-roll singer called The Singin' Idol, they wanted Elvis Presley for the part. Presley's manager, an ex-carnival barker called Colonel Tom Parker, said Elvis was too busy, instead touted Sands, who had traveled with Parker's road shows across the cow country. Kraft producers in New York flew Tommy in from Hollywood, where he was working on a TV show called Hometown Jamboree, and were pleased with his lush, throaty voice and easy acting style. After his job as the Singin' Idol, he began playing the title role in real...
...York Philharmonic-Symphony one evening last week, settled himself into the soloist's chair by the podium and launched into a Cello Concerto newly written for him by his old friend Sir William Walton. If the piece itself seemed to ramble like a sun-warmed cow through sprawling masses of musical foliage. Piatigorsky's playing of it was a marvel of taste and tone. Under his sensitive hands, the cello sang like a deep-throated bell, soared melodically, sank to a velvety whisper; in the more rhapsodic passages it seemed to shiver with musical delight. Cellist Piatigorsky...
...mutiny itself-mostly horror but also part farce-began, as the schoolbooks say, with the news that the new type of rifle cartridge issued to the East India Company's troops was greased with beef and pork fat. One would be horrible to cow-venerating Hindus; the other would be offensive to pork-abhorring Mohammedans. The troops in India were a fantastically mixed lot-and Indians do not mix well. There were not only the company troops but regiments in the service of Queen Victoria, and in the ranks discipline was snarled up in India's ancient caste...