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Secretary Stimson gingerly put his left hand in the jar, took the first capsule he touched, handed it to Mr. Roosevelt. The President, old stager that he was, glanced at the newsreel and radio men, got their nod before he intoned: "The first number is one-five-eight." Registration serial number 158, held by some 6175 registrants throughout the U.S., thus became Draft Order...
Eighteen years, a war, a police action, and 12½ million men after Secretary of War Henry Stimson pulled No. 158 out of the jar, young U.S. men are still being drafted into the armed forces-and the draft remains a subject for controversy. Last week, with selective service scheduled to expire June 30, Defense Secretary Neil McElroy moved against simmering congressional end-the-draft sentiment, asked for a four-year extension...
...country girls grew up not far apart, Penny in Gilford, N.H., Betsy in Norwich, Vt. Both were on skis early, Penny using barrel staves with canning-jar rubber bands nailed on for bindings, Betsy with a pair of toy skis. Both grew deadly serious about skiing, wangled time off from high school to attend meets. Both were good enough to make the 1956 Oympic team, where they ran headlong into the great European skiers. Working out on a slalom slope in Italy, they were passed by the French women's team. "They flashed by us like jet planes," Penny...
...UNNAMABLE, by Samuel Beckett (179 pp.; Grove; clothbound, $3.50; paperback, $1.45), carries the blob hero to his logical conclusion: "complete disintegration." Mahood, the hero-victim of The Unnamable, who early in the book dubs himself Worm, never leaves a large jar. It stands on a pedestal in a street presumably in Paris, just outside a chophouse. He is without arms and legs, and a collar fastened to the lip of the jar fits under his jaw so that he cannot move his head. The restaurant owner's wife changes the sawdust in the jar now and then, feeds...
...door to an escape from blobdom is left slightly ajar. For while oblivion is the goal, simple consciousness, and life itself, is against it. Mahood's last cry from his jar of sawdust is: "You must...