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...British zone, the 11th Armored showed off its new, low-silhouette Centurion tank. Said Ike, after watching the 50-tonner churning through the mud: "The Centurion looks like a good piece of mechanism. I hope we don't have to use it." Next day, with a French motorcycle escort, Eisenhower drove at a 50-mile-an-hour clip to Coblenz. The French, who do not forget that they are the conquerors, had cleared a 60-mile stretch of road of all traffic; even an ambulance and a funeral waited while Ike passed. In the crowd at Coblenz a German...
...read congratulatory telegrams purportedly from Douglas MacArthur, Jules Verne, and others, the balloon was inflated with helium. Meanwhile, the crowd continued to grow at the conjunction of Bow and Mt. Auburn Streets. Bunce announced that Charles C. Osborne '52, well-known swimmer and aeronaut, would arrive with a motorcycle escort to make the free-balloon flight...
This was just the warmup; the next day, a 65-motorcycle escort led his open car down the East River drive to Bowling Green, and then slowly up Broadway through showers of ticker tape to City Hall. Mayor Vincent Impellitteri, having given Auriol the city's Medal of Honor the night before, presented him with something called the Distinguished Service Scroll. Auriol gave the mayor the Order of Commander of the French Legion of Honor, and, despite a presidential cold, kissed him on both cheeks. "Do it again," shrieked the photographers...
More than being President of Argentina [which she will be some day, anyway) Eva Duarte Perón would ove to be officially invited and welcomed to the U.S. . . . [with] a White House formal dinner, a royal escort up Pennsylvania Avenue, a ticker-tape shower and parade along New York's Fifth Avenue. Here, whatever her other attributes, is a glamorous woman who could intrigue the men and dazzle the women...
...misfit skipper. A pallid little man turning to fat, one of the low men in his Annapolis class, he could handle neither his ship, his officers nor his men. He was a martinet, a liar, a petty tyrant, and, when the chips were down in combat, a coward. On escort duty in the Pacific, all this became painfully obvious, even to a raw ensign like Willie Keith. When a typhoon hit the fleet in the Philippine Sea in December 1944, it became plain to all hands that Captain Queeg was not enough of a seaman to save the rusty...