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TIME has a few editors who attended one-room country schools. It even has one who went to a one-pupil schoolhouse. He is Associate Editor James C. Keogh, who wrote this week's cover story on Governor Averell Harriman...
...HANDSOME Westchester matron, chic in a Hattie Carnegie dress and fragrant with Patou's Moment Suprême, passed TIME Editor James C. Keogh in New York's Grand Central Terminal, humming: "Da-vy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier!" In Beverly Hills, startled Furrier Al Teitelbaum told TIME Correspondent Ezra Goodman that a movie matron had handed him a mink stole and ordered it cut into "coonskin" caps for her two sons...
...Other publicly untrousered high officials were John Quincy Adams, Theodore Roosevelt, Marion Zioncheck, Eugene J. Keogh and James P. Richards. Adams, when President, was observed swimming in the Potomac. Roosevelt, when Pre-ident, frequently made trans-Potomac swims when the river got in the way of his point-to-point hikes around Washington. Representative Zioncheck of Washington state waded in Manhattan's Prometheus Fountain, a week later was arrested in an advanced state of undress in the capital. Brooklyn's Representative Keogh and South Carolina's Representative Richards were de-pantsed in a sleeping car in Spain...
Douglas Auchincloss, Louis Banks, Bruce Barton, Jr., Gilbert Cant, Edwin Copp3, Alexander Eliot, Frank Gibney, Max Gissen, Frederick Gruin, Roger S. Hewlett, James C. Keogh, Louis Kronenberger, Jonathan Norton Leonard, Robert Manning, William Miller. Paul O'Neill, Carl Solberg, Walter Stockly...
...rest of the issue contains a wealth of substantial material; a crunchy interview with E. M. Forster on "The Art of Fiction," some lithe sketches by Tom Keogh, and a series of commentaries, including a particularly moving account of a Parisian cemetary, powerful in its understatement. For the former locals, Robert Bly has contributed two poems, and Train, a "Paris Commentary." The poems are enjoyable stimulants, but Train seems overwhelmed by the task of portraying the new expatriates. At any rate, his prose seems pompous and even at times mucky, a far cry from his Lampoon days...