Word: heaps
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Never-Never Land. Rosalind's son, Lance, was born in 1943, and the following year she had a nervous breakdown. "I just got up one morning, and fell in a heap." The collapse put Ros in the hospital for three weeks and "slowed me up long enough to realize that after a wonderful career you either retire or go on to something you've never undertaken before. I was forced to meditate on the never-never land I was living in-it's part climate, part bank account, part self." Even faced by these unaccustomed self-doubts...
John Wort had not driven the race himself: he got Elaine Heap to do the job-the championship needed someone "younger and stronger-armed." But he was still the happiest man in Jackson. That night the Silver Dollar Bar was busy till 3 a.m., and free drinks went to all who could get up to the bar. Said grinning Owner Wort: "I've been working for this for ten years. It means as much to me as having the winning horse in the Santa Anita Derby-maybe more...
...streets of Independence, Mo. Two or three reporters tagged along, peppering him with questions; they called it a "walking press conference." After breakfast, he motored to his big Kansas City office, on the eleventh floor of the Federal Reserve Bank Building. There, one day last week, beside a heap of mail, he had time for still another interview...
...Heap of Lies. In a Grove takes the form of testimony before a police commissioner. The body of a samurai, presumably murdered, has been found in a forest glade. In turn, a bandit, the samurai's wife, lesser witnesses, and the dead samurai himself (through a medium) tell what they know about it. Up to a point, the stories almost fit. The bandit has stalked the samurai and his wife through the forest, decoyed him with a promise of buried loot, trussed him up and raped his wife before his eyes. But when it comes to the samurai...
Among the heap of letters gracing our desk a few days ago was a plea for journalistic unity. The editors of the Daily Princetonian, anxious over football's current health, are drumming up enthusiasm for the return of spring practice and a requirement that each Ivy League members play five other members every year. Their missive, like those sent to the other six Ivy League newspapers, exhorted us to join with them in this drive. We can hardly go along, though...