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...Hatless and prop-washed, John Foster Dulles stooped under the spinning rotor blades of the Marine helicopter that set him down on tiny Coaster's Harbor Island in Narragansett Bay one morning last week. Rested from a recent vacation week, he made his way up the lawn into the headquarters building of Newport Naval Base and into President Eisenhower's vacation office. The Secretary of State drew a chair up to the left of the President's desk, reported that he had finished drafting the statement that they had been planning by phone for three days...
...daily, feeding an army of scurrying trucks about 50,000 bu. a day. Now they stepped up their pace so briskly that the trucks had to race to keep up with them, by day's end had harvested 61,340 bu. to set the world's record. Hatless in the 90° heat, Krylov ignored the official interpreter, barraged Campbell with questions in English. Both Russians tested the chaff spewed from the combines for any wheat kernels that might have been missed, rode the combines, fingered the dirt and the grain, expressed admiration for U.S. conservation methods. When...
...President's plane Columbine III softly landed. Stepping carefully down the ramp and into a long, slow handshake from the President of the U.S., Queen Elizabeth smiled a little nervously, gratefully accepted a bouquet of roses from Mrs. John Foster Dulles. Following the Queen, Prince Philip, hatless, debonair and full of bounce, joined his wife and the President before a swarm of polite but persistent photographers (who epitomize, the President explained to the Queen with an ice-breaking smile, "the nearest we have to a dictatorship...
...were approaching the capital as part of the fourth nationwide civil defense test, "Operation Alert 1957." Like millions of other Americans in major cities across the U.S., the President of the U.S. was ready to play his part in the nuclear-age fire drill. At 2:10 p.m., hatless, wearing a tan, double-breasted summer suit, he walked across the White House's south lawn, and for the first time boarded his new royal-blue and white Bell Ranger helicopter.* Serious of mien, the President strapped himself in the four-place whirlybird next to White House Secret Service Chief...
...Hatless in the mild Washington night, the chunky man stood in the shadows outside the Dupont Plaza Hotel and reached fast for the onionskin paper held out by his taller, slimmer companion. The little man tucked the paper in his inside coat pocket, shook hands and turned back to the hotel. Smiling to himself, he padded across the thick rug in the lobby and started into an elevator. Then the smile vanished-and squat (5 ft. 5 in., 170 lbs.) James Riddle Hoffa, 44, one of the most powerful leaders of U.S. labor, stood frozen-faced while agents...