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Yellow Peak. Spruce but hatless, Hoagy had flown into Indianapolis from Los Angeles earlier in the week, dashed straight to the Murat Theater to oversee the rehearsals. Conductor Sevitzky* made room for him next to the podium, and after the photographers had finished crawling under the music racks to snap the new composer, the orchestra got down to work. Hoagy stood by intently, rolling his tongue in his cheeks as he always does when he is composing or listening to a song he has recorded...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Indiana Melody | 12/26/1949 | See Source »

...senior year, Louis Johnson strolled beside the serpentine walks, a mandolin tucked casually under his arm, hatless and sporting the latest in peg-top trousers, the biggest man on campus...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ARMED FORCES: Master of the Pentagon | 6/6/1949 | See Source »

...Central Park, and amused themselves tossing coins to scrambling urchins. It occurred to one that he could probably climb to the top of the soft, statue in the park; he completed the feat amidst cheers from the youngsters and park idlers. Blearily, he plunked his white hat on the hatless marble head of Jose Marti, the No. 1 hero of Cuba's war for independence. Down below, his drunken shipmates casually relieved themselves among the flowerpots and hedges...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CUBA: In Central Park | 3/21/1949 | See Source »

Hurrying through Washington's Union Station, she looked like any Government stenographer, eagerly on her way to a New York City weekend. Hatless and smartly turned out in a sporty belted coat, she carried a small valise. But Judith Coplon was no ordinary working girl. At 27, she had risen to a job which was listed by the civil service as political analyst, foreign agents registration section, Department of Justice...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ESPIONAGE: Baby Face | 3/14/1949 | See Source »

Madame Chiang stepped to the sidewalk, hatless, and with her old nutria coat over a long black Chinese dress. She smiled only faintly as flashlights blinked. She started up the steps as soon as Mrs. Marshall got out of the car. The door opened and Stanley Woodward, State Department Protocol Chief, bade the ladies welcome...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PRESIDENCY: Over the Teacups | 12/20/1948 | See Source »

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