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...returns cascaded into his headquarters in Little Rock's Marion Hotel, Faubus paraded his pleasant smile before the Dixie-singing, button-wearing hundreds on hand to celebrate his certain victory. "Don't leave now. Governor," cried a hanger-on as Faubus started off to make a victory statement somewhere else. "Ike's on the phone." Faubus' cocky answer brought cackles and rebel yells out of the sultry night. "Tell him to call back later," he drawled...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ARKANSAS: Turmoil Ahead | 8/11/1958 | See Source »

...scene was the same as in the past--any veteran hanger-on could tell you that; there were the frantic cries of the loudspeaker trying to coerce people into beach trips, the annual sightseeing tours, the bad tennis, the sons and daughters frolicking about, and all the little extras (straw hats with red ribbons) that go with a Harvard Reunion...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Class of 1933, Weather Fight in Battle at Essex | 6/11/1958 | See Source »

...Hello, Congressman!" boomed a hanger-on as pudgy, pop-eyed Chicago Politico Roland V. Libonati strolled into his office...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ILLINOIS: Meet Your Congressman | 11/25/1957 | See Source »

...Goody ear-Philco Playhouse scored a near miss with a literate, well-cast play called Shadow of the Champ. On a transatlantic voyage, Broadway's Lee Grant, the disenchanted sister of a sportswriter, is thrown together with Eli Wallach, the boyhood chum and adult hanger-on of the heavyweight champion of the world (Jack Warden), and slowly draws him away from his lifelong shadow-like attachment to the champ. Scene after scene was nicely drawn, particularly those sketching the almost Oriental retinue that trails after a champion boxer, but the play as a whole failed to carry conviction...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: The Week in Review | 4/4/1955 | See Source »

...years of pursuing the fast buck around the national capital, weedy Little John Maragon never seemed to be getting anywhere. He was an anxious glad-hander of big men, a hanger-on at the White House, a willing errand-runner and a great fellow for cadging free rides in official trains and limousines. But he lived in a middlebrow house in the suburbs, moaned about the cost of groceries, and looked like a part-time shoe clerk. Most of the capital was inclined to agree when his fellow countryman, Greek-born Promoter William G. Helis, said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INVESTIGATIONS: Possum | 9/5/1949 | See Source »

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