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...Democratic presidential candidate chatted amiably through lunch. Inevitably, their conversation turned from cold war to hot politics. Afterward, recounting it to the press and TV, Khrushchev turned to Stevenson. "Can I repeat that little conversation?" he asked. "It won't reveal any secret?" Replied Adlai, with a big grin: "You are at liberty to reveal my deepest secret." Said Khrushchev: "Mr. Stevenson said that he was a politician in retirement. But in politics it often happens that a person retires today and tomorrow he may be in the first rank. It all depends on the people." Added Stevenson...
Last weekend Old Grad Rockefeller ('30) made a trip back to his alma mater for the football game with Holy Cross. Considering that the expedition was billed as "nonpolitical," he played some energetic political football, glad-handing every Dartmouth man within reach, tossing big-grin hellos at every housewife, policeman and infant within shouting distance. When he arrived in Manchester the night before the game, Rockefeller-for-President rooters were waiting with a brass band and a batch of placards reading. WHAT A FELLER. ROCKEFELLER and LET'S ROLL WITH ROCK. Next morning Rock rolled over to Concord...
...most precarious balancing act since the original Great Wallendas retired from the high wire-President Eisenhower's 1960 budget-is still gamely keeping its balance. Budget Director Maurice H. Stans reported last week. Said normally solemn Accountant Stans, fighting hard to smother a grin: during the half-year since the President presented his budget to Congress, the economy's energetic climb has added $1.9 billion to the Administration's income estimate for fiscal 1960 (ending next June). But over the same span, the outgo estimate has also crept upward by $1.9 billion, reaching $78.9 billion. Biggest reason...
Pocket Rocket. Waddling happily to the rostrum of the Kremlin's marble-walled Sverdlov Hall, he greeted reporters with a grin as broad as the arc of a peasant's scythe. Even his normally glum interpreters, press officers and sword-bearers were smilingly cordial. For questioners, Khrushchev had a full armory of chuckles, solemnities and playful jabs. Did he expect to address Congress? "I do not know whether the U.S. Congressmen want to listen to me . . ." When the A.P.'s Preston Grover asked if Eisenhower would be invited to visit Soviet missile bases, Khrushchev turned...
...press conference as they wished. He would be interested to see what would appear. With that, Kassem, without a smile, departed. As usual, crowds on Rashid Street dogtrotted beside his familiar Chevrolet station wagon, cheering, applauding and chanting praiseful slogans. But this time they were rewarded by neither a grin nor a wave...