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Routine Work. At this point the Major tried to telephone Minister of Security Radkiewicz in Warsaw. While we waited for the call, I sat in the office for half an hour and heard the Major, the Chief sitting at his elbow, deal with his routine work. Bandits had held up a truck in one place, political oppositionists were becoming very active in another. Some of the conversations went on in Russian, some in Polish. I was getting very tired and hungry and quite irritated when Warsaw called. The Major listened for a moment, then said O.K. and hung up. "What...
...Spenny" Spencer fought bubonic plague in New Orleans; in 1922 he went to Montana to tackle Rocky Mountain spotted fever, developed a vaccine which won him a gold medal from the American Medical Association, public renown as the hero of Lloyd Douglas' novel, Green Light. Now he is elbow-deep in another (and even more important) experiment: as director of the National Cancer Institute, he heads a staff of 120 seeking the cause-and eventually cure-of cancer...
With a few words, a knowing nod and a confidential elbow-push in the stomach, he convinced many a jittery second-rater that he was really a wildcat. His persuasiveness worked the other way, too. Johnston once whispered to mighty Jess Willard: "Jess, you killed a man in your last fight. . . . I just thought I'd warn you, my boy has a bad heart...
...detailed, gossipy record of the period July 1942-July 1945. Written day by day on the spot, and now edited down to something like half its original size, it is still a warehouse of high-command anecdotes and behind-the-scenes yarns. Butcher was at the General's elbow much of the time ("he wanted . . . an old friend around to whom he could talk eye to eye"), ran errands for him, played bridge with him, sometimes shared the same room. No one else had readier access to Eisenhower or a better backstage view of what was going...
...tarnished grandeur, Britain still had elbow grease for bigger jobs than Covent Garden. Burly Ernie Bevin was one link between the two. As he left, a dowager spotted him and cried: "There he is! I must touch him." She had to stretch...