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Flashing a familiar grin. Junior addressed audiences as "my friends," made a reminiscent pitch for Jack: ''He hates wah." Roosevelt also insinuated that Humphrey had dodged the draft in World War II (actually, Humphrey was involuntarily classified 4-F because of physical disabilities). Kennedy won the primary-and then Roosevelt publicly apologized to Humphrey...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Administration: Roosevelt's Reward | 2/8/1963 | See Source »

...cruise about in their Mercedeses looking for likely sites on which to place what they hope will be 40 more stores in the capital alone. "These boys have done something for Mexico," says Jeronimo Arango Sr., surveying his sons' work. "And for ourselves," adds Jeronimo Jr. with a grin...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Mexico: Forward's March | 2/8/1963 | See Source »

...Angolan border. But most of Tshombe's 2.000 bedraggled men paid heed to his plea to "cooperate with the U.N. and our Congolese brothers," dutifully stacked their arms at a nearby depot. At his yellow villa on the edge of Kolwezi, Tshombe greeted Noronha with a grin. "Nobody shot at you, I see," he cracked. Replied Noronha, throwing an arm around Tshombe's shoulders, "I have come to thank you for keeping your word...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Congo: Tea & Harmony | 2/1/1963 | See Source »

...first time he bets he wins. Lana pawns her jewels to meet the ante. He wins again. Lana sells an antique clock. He wins again-big. She strips the flat. Dean is too plug-nutty to notice that his furniture is gone. With a grin that slits his throat from ear to ear he runs off to tell all his horseplaying pals about the bookie who brought him luck. They get all the cash they can carry and stack the packet on a three-legged lizard whose owner can't even sell it for dog meat. "Eighty...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Yak Derby | 1/18/1963 | See Source »

...Center, Marceau plays a mask maker trying on his wares in a quick-change display of a bewildering variety of emotions, until his face gets stuck behind a mask of inane gaiety. He tugs at the fool thing, but it will not come off, and behind this frozen idiotic grin his body writhes in frustration and anger, his being sheds unseen tears of despair. When the mask is finally wrenched free, Marceau's face is austere and desolate with pain, the soul of man forever entrapped, forever struggling to break out of the prison of his skin...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: Poet of Silence | 1/11/1963 | See Source »

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