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...almost empty Senate chamber shambled hulking, crag-faced Paul H. (for Howard) Douglas of Illinois, zestfully booming out the long jargon phrases of higher economics. White crew-cut hair bristling, Democrat Douglas last week was declaiming on an emerging issue in 1960 politicking: the state of the U.S. economy after seven years of Republican stewardship. Prompting his performance was his Joint Economic Committee's report on a year-long study of U.S. employment, growth and price levels...
Pigs & Digs. For Kukuruznik (corn man) Khrushchev, the big treat of the week was his trip to Iowa for an inspection of advanced farming practices, corn and beef production near Coon Rapids. His host: crag-faced, cranky Millionaire Roswell Garst, who has been to Russia twice to sell corn seed to the U.S.S.R. There amid the alien corn the Premier of the U.S.S.R., Garst, and the tenuous U.S.-Soviet relations nearly got trampled for good under a 300-man brigade of shouting, shoving newsmen (see PRESS...
...designated Secretary of State by a tee-bound President at a Georgia golf course, that strangeness was only characteristic of Christian Herter's improbable week and curious career. It seemed improbable that Christian Herter should come to be Secretary of State at all: he arrived at that lofty crag of responsibility by a meandering path, full of detours, unlikely twists and obstacles that he sometimes barely managed to clear...
...jolly exhortation, "So cram your baby full of candy:/What quicker way to make a dandy?," has a gay and terse rhythm. The latter, perhaps less clear in its contemplation of man's past seen as a view from a high hill, moves quietly to its assertion that every crag achieved on the climb is part of the final reward, the vision from the summit. Other poems in this gracious vein are "Words from the Genius of a Place," "Deaths," and "Morning After Wedding Night...
...Syracuse, crag-faced Carmen Basilio, 30, the graduate onion farmer who is now welterweight champion, saw no point in waiting for the crowd. He had no time for small talk, either. Over the door of the dingy Main Street Gym where he plugs away at his own grim routine of training, a cardboard sign warns the curious that visitors are unwelcome. The only fight that Carmen is worrying about is the fight with Robinson; the only strategy he is planning is to wade in punching. Each in his own way, the welterweight brawler and the big-talking middleweight boxer...