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Hillbilly Come-On. One afternoon when he drove into Mendenhall, seat of Simpson County, only seven courthouse loafers were on hand to greet him. To drum up a crowd, his nephew, Cason Rankin, hooked up a loudspeaker in the Congressman's black Buick sedan, toured the town playing hillbilly recordings. But half an hour's driving netted only three more shirtsleeved listeners. John Rankin brushed back his mane of stringy yellow hair, flung out his arms and shouted...
Dick looked anything but Machiavellian when he rused out to greet Bucky Harrison after that worthy had place kicked the point after touchdown. Harlow congratulated Bucky and placed an affectionate arm around his shoulder, taking great care to use only two hands this time...
...known throughout central Ohio as a soft touch for bums and loafers. They keep daughter Clara under strict surveillance, follow when she goes to the station to meet her father. As Bill Green steps down from his Pullman they gather round to greet him. The exchange of conversation is always the same. Green says: "It was awfully nice of you fellows to come down to meet me." There is a moment of shuffling and a spokesman for the bums and loafers says something about times being hard, Billy. Green acts surprised and helps out with dollar bills. Everyone goes away...
Paper Blizzards. After landing at Galeao airport, the presidential party was taken across the bay in a Brazilian naval launch. At the Touring Club dock, Harry Truman hopped out briskly, strode up the red-carpeted gangplank to greet Brazil's President Eurico Caspar Dutra and his wife "Dona Santinha." Sitting side by side, the two Presidents drove for six miles along the flag-lined streets between long lines of Brazilian soldiery. Cheering crowds lined every inch of the way. Blizzards of paper fell from the taller buildings. Standing up in the car, Harry Truman waved amiably to yells...
...unusual for a writer to work in the New Yorker offices for several years without once meeting his editor. The elevator men have strict instructions not to greet him by name, lest he be accosted by some tactless writer or artist in the same car. ... He has relatively few friends and a number of enemies of whom he is, on the whole, rather proud. 'A journalist can't afford to have friends,' he is fond of saying...