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...Wall Street Bull picture [TIME, Sept. 24] is unfair, misleading. It indicates that the bull is fearsome, dangerous. Not so. A bull is dangerous or not, according to his horns. Without fighting horns, he is not a fighter . . . The bull shown in your picture has a badly bent horn. He can't fight. Have no fear of him. He couldn't scare a Jersey heifer...
...Smith was an unassuming man with horn-rimmed glasses and a shifty voice. When asked if Curley was moving out of the building, he took us down a back corridor, opening door after door, and saying, "Look, look in there, there are eighteen rooms and they're all empty. The only reason we're here is to take care of Mr. Curley's mail, see? But look at these rooms, empty, all empty...
Died. Jacob Homer, 96, last survivor of General George A. Custer's historic 7th Regiment, which was massacred at the battle of Little Big Horn in 1876; of pneumonia; in Bismarck, N. Dak. A New Yorker who jo:ned the Army to see the West, he survived the battle because he was not there-there weren't enough horses to go around, and he had to stay behind when Custer made his last stand...
...toot of a motor horn, the prospectors stormed Nooitgedacht, began pegging out their 45-foot-square claims. The Negro laborers shoveled furiously through three or four feet of clay to a layer of gravel which the prospectors scooped up, rocked in hand sieves and dumped on sorting tables. The diggers (who will pay De Beers 10% of their finds) were a mixed lot. Among them were a monocled Scot known as "Donal the Duke"; bearded, Bible-carrying "Uncle Pete the Sky Pilot," and big, burly, sombrero-wearing Jacob Venter, 51, who has spent half his life looking for diamonds...
...tall young man, just a few weeks under 21, entered the chamber alone, walking stiffly and slowly. His large eyes were solemn behind horn-rimmed glasses. His mouth was set hard. His slim, square shoulders seemed a bit too slight for the heavy bullion of the lieutenant general's epaulets they bore. At the first step of the red-carpeted dais before the throne, he stopped, turned, and bowed right & left. A hush hung over the chamber ; the young man's black shoes glistened in the subdued light. He raised his right hand with two long, slim fingers...