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...beach at n :30. There he stood for 15 minutes, knee-deep on the hissing shingle. After his circulation was thus methodically aroused, he plunged in, swam past the breakers, churned up & down parallel to the beach for 45 minutes, ably swimming side stroke, breast stroke, Australian crawl. Then he went to lunch (fruit only) at the moderately swank Dunes Club, then back to the beach to sun on a mattress, read (Grapes of Wrath) through dark glasses, listen to radio newscasts, until 5 o'clock. He swam for an hour again before returning to the Green...
When it does, he gives tongue. He swings a leg over the arm of the chair, his coat begins to crawl up his back, his big hands move in expressive gesture. In a few minutes he is sitting up straight, his forelock is hanging in his eyes. His talk, with a native Indiana tang, is even more vigorous. To hell with formality. He talks as men do in the locker room, and spices his profanity with the Bible, Shakespeare and law. He spills out figures, dates, technical facts, historical parallels. When the argument grows hot his eyes get hawklike...
...about would be of great value to Britain. Nevertheless, there were still plenty of members of Parliament who rose to decry the Palestine plan. Elder Statesman David Lloyd George, head of the War Cabinet that made the Jewish Homeland pledge, called the Government's policy an attempt "to crawl out of their share of a definite bargain." Labor and many normal Government supporters seconded Winston Churchill's attack on this "act of repudiation." Alarmed, the Government sent a "three-line whip" to Conservatives, ordering them to support the Palestine plan as a confidence measure, and managed to squeeze...
...determined to be a diplomat. He flunked his first examination, but managed to get a clerkship in Cairo. In 1904, his star began to rise. Hunter Roosevelt I read young Mr Grew's Sport and Travel in the Far East instantly concluded that a man who could crawl into a cave and shoot a tiger as Joe Grew had done, must have the makings of a diplomat...
...babies arrived. Suddenly a light bomber roared a hundred feet overhead, its machine gun working-then two more. Because the simplest horror is the most stunning-automatically "our feet take us" to look at heaped bodies on the road, on the barbed-wire barricades, or those still trying to crawl through...