Word: galahads
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...said Joe last week, "don't paint wings on me. I'm just a farmer." Down on the Bridgeboro, N. J. farm is where Joe got his Galahad strength. Last week he got up at 5:30 every morning and worked till dusk pruning the farm's 7,000 apple and peach trees. But Joe is no hang-jaw hayseed. At the University of Pennsylvania his marks averaged...
...That was innocent enough sport, and after a certain age babies could no longer be bussed in public; but there were certain other ways politicians had of providing for youth which were much more annoying. Just the other day, in a newsreel, Vag had heard a certain be-moustached Galahad from New York throw his hat into the presidential ring with the ominous rally call: "I want to restore faith to the Youth (with a capital "Y") of this country." Immediately Vag dispatched a letter...
...Dear Galahad...
...pitcher-eared Galahad of New York County, District Attorney Thomas Edmund Dewey, reminded voters he was just a country boy at heart by buying the place where he has weekended for two years - a 300-acre farm near Pawling in Dutchess County, New York. GOP-Hopeful Dewey thus became, like his 35-mile-away neighbor, Franklin Roosevelt, a titular constituent of GOP-Hopeful Hamilton Fish. Dewey farm facts: price, $30,300 ($3,000 down); a 175-year-old farmhouse, with front porch suitable for campaign purposes; two tenant houses, 70 head of cattle...
...Company will be ready with the next program, so meanwhile you and I . . .") and almost before the homebody realizes it, Ted has to rush off, leaving behind intriguing thoughts, stray wisps of poetic yarn, unwashed tea things. To folks thus beguiled, Ted Malone is Shelley, Prince Charming, Don Juan, Galahad in one. One woman has been wiring him daily and hopefully for six months, seeking a rendezvous. From Missouri, where Ted used to visit in the evening, a once-misunderstood wife confessed to curling up in her nightie in front of the radio, listening to Indian Love Lyrics, being then...