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...suite at Chicago's Sheraton-Blackstone last week strode Barry Morris Goldwater, his jaw squared, his iron-grey hair brushed back. A flood of humanity, with its placards and dizzying array of Goldwater-for-President buttons, heaved against him as he tried to push his way through. "God bless you!" they cried. "The country needs you, Barry!" they yelled. "I want to shake your hand! You're the only real Republican in the running!" A man thrust a book under his nose shouting "Autograph my Bible!" and handed him a copy of Barry's credo, The Conscience...
...stepped the President of the U.S., the Vice President, Commerce Secretary Lewis Strauss, Under Secretary of State Douglas Dillon, U.N. Ambassador Henry Cabot Lodge and a retinue of other officials. Waiting to greet them at the Coliseum's main door was a barrel-stout man with iron-grey, curly hair and a broad smile: Frol Romanovich Kozlov, 50, First Deputy Premier of the U.S.S.R.. the Kremlin's No. 2 man. sent by Nikita Khrushchev to officiate at the opening of Russia's flashy exhibition of science, technology and culture (TIME. July...
...plane stepped a stocky, round-faced Russian with a curly iron-grey pompadour who was just as remarkable as the TU-114. He was Soviet First...
...Iron-grey, burly and vigorous at 62, Larry Gould speaks of penguins-Mrs. Gould and he share their home with a stuffed one-Sputniks and education with more authority than most. A topflight geologist and geographer, he was second-in-command of Admiral Byrd's 1928-30 Antarctic expedition, now heads the U.S. Antarctic program for the International Geophysical Year. Other qualifications for informed alarm: Gould is a trustee of the Ford Foundation and the Carnegie Foundation for the Advancement of Teaching, national president of Phi Beta Kappa and a member of the National Science Board...
Record Jackpots. Even in his personal appearance, he violates the rules. His fingernails often need cleaning. His iron-grey hair is as wild as a wad of steel wool. He has an instinct for rumpledness, and only the crafty vigilance of his wife keeps a reasonably presentable crease in his trousers. Nearly everything about Frank John Lausche that meets the unaccustomed eye seems politically wrong, and, to hear them talk, nearly everybody in Ohio is against him. Everybody, that is, except the voters...