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Soon the debate was dizzily racing off on another tangent. New Hampshire's Republican Styles Bridges, president pro tem of the Senate, recalled that Bohlen's supporters had said that a three-man committee of venerable career diplomats-Joseph C. Grew, Norman Armour and Hugh Gibson-had recommended Bohlen. He now had definite word that Gibson did no such thing. Within a few minutes, Illinois' Everett Dirksen had something to add: he had left the Senate floor and telephoned Mr. Gibson, who confirmed exactly what Bridges said...
Tread & Needle. That brought California's Senator William Knowland to his feet. Foster Dulles had sent him a letter signed by Grew, Armour and Gibson, recommending an accompanying list of prospects for diplomatic posts. On the list: Chip Bohlen, as Ambassador to Moscow. The letter and memo were classified documents and could not be read on the floor, said Knowland, but they clearly recommended Bohlen...
...McCarthy said that there was no need for Knowland to "become so excited"; Everett Dirksen was quick to purr that he had "no desire to see the letter." But McCarthy needled on. Didn't Knowland think something should be done to check further on Gibson's position? Said an exasperated Knowland: "When a letter comes to the Senate from the Department of State, from a responsible officer of that department, I do not want to have to call in a handwriting expert to determine whether a forgery has been committed. If we have so destroyed confidence...
...dead and his wife has only half a face. Bowyer liked Kukes; they ripped him up in his bath, and we had hell's own job to stop his bowels going down the drain. Bingley and Ferguson trusted Kukes; they're both dead. Gibson said his Kuke servants would warn him if he was in danger; who let Gibson's murderers...
There could be a terrifying play in what the fantasies of a Tarkingtonian small boy could give rise to in a totalitarian society: the scene in The Emperor's Clothes where two goons grill the father about Hoot Gibson's war on "the cattle barons is a frightening reductio ad absurdum of police state methods. But what might have been a brilliantly sardonic social satire has first been squeezed inside a domestic framework and then dropped from the picture itself. Though the family story has its own realistic interest, it is never made real. Mixing and garnishing...