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Bracing himself to cover both the Democratic and Republican national conventions this summer, Author John (In Dubious Battle) Steinbeck was slightly worried at never having attended that sort of big political show. Last month Reporter Steinbeck, engaged to dope out the conventions for the Louisville Courier-Journal and some 25 other newspapers, sent a help-wanted letter to the dean of Northwestern University's School of Journalism, Kenneth E. Olson. Excerpts from his waggish call for the perfect legman: "I want a combination copy boy, telephone answerer, coffee maker ... an eavesdropper and Peeping Tom, a gossip and preferably...
...that I wanted to send my brother," said the man casually. "All right," said the policeman, "let's take it to my office, and we'll eat it together." At headquarters the police opened the package. It contained three pounds of heroin wrapped for delivery to a dope pusher in New York City...
...Greek woman whose title "Queen of the Smugglers" had been well earned in two criminal convictions and the bet ter part of a lifetime spent in the illicit drug trade. Kalyopi's Teheran plant was capable of turning out each week up to 110 Ibs. of deadly dope worth nearly $500,000 on the wholesale market. Disguised as gift packages, some 90% of Kalyopi's product was shipped...
...Tyrone family O'Neill has represented almost all the weakness of which humanity is capable--drunkenness and a narrow-minded avarice in James Tyrone, the second-rate actor; dope-addiction in his wife, Mary; laziness and a destructive urge toward self-abasement in Jamie, their elder son; and physical infirmity in Edmund, the younger. But one tragic day of their lives--more tragic even than many others--the playwright strips them to their souls and shows their humiliating struggles to reveal and impart the depth and truth of their love for one another. Yet the curse of humanity...
Mary Tyrone, living in a world of dope in which she wanders between past and present, removed a little from the humanity of her men, recognizes this problem but knows she cannot attain the spiritual strength in which, "I will hear myself scream in agony, and at the same time I will laugh because I will be sure of myself." And so she seeks escape through morphine, which to her is like the fog closed about their summer house: "I really love fog . . . It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed...