Word: knowed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Meyner has some presidential handicaps. He was born a Catholic, left the church at 18 and has not joined another (whispers a Kennedy backer: "Meyner's not too popular among Catholics, you know"). He is hardly known outside New Jersey, and his rare ventures away from home have been singularly unfortunate. In a nine-state speaking tour last August, he chose a shirtsleeved Minnesota farm audience, ready to plow under Ezra Benson, to lecture on the subject of "The Current Congressional Inquiry into the Operation of the Federal Regulatory Agencies...
Hanging up, Johnson turned to a visitor. How did he see Democratic presidential prospects shaping up? "We've got a lot of good men," said Lyndon Johnson. "I know only one thing: it's not going to be me." He was even able to talk paternalistically about other Democratic presidential possibilities in the Senate. "You know," he confided, "I feel sort of like a father to these boys. A father loves his sons, though one son may drink a little too much, another may neck with the girls a little too much. A good father uses a gentle...
...newly published memoirs, Britain's brilliant, opinionated Field Marshal Viscount Montgomery of Alamein stepped on the toes of old friends and old foes alike. Most of the old friends shrugged it off: "You know Monty." But one old foe, the Italians, complained that Montgomery had pictured their World War II soldiers as something less than lions...
...years, thousands of wretched victims of this century's upheavals have learned to know the heart of Father Pire -"the heart open on the world." In 1938 he set up a nationwide organization to help the poor, during the war ran holiday camps for children who had been evacuated from the cities, and at night served in stealth as a chaplain with the Belgian resistance. Then, one day in 1949. he heard a lecture by a U.S. UNRRA official describing the plight of Europe's D.P.s. "It was such heartbreak," recalls Georges Pire, "such despair that it suddenly...
...eerie silence descends as each even day draws to a close. Only an occasional nervous laugh betrays the outward calm of the courageous but tense villagers. They know that, come morning, the fickle, deadly torture from the mainland will begin again with rumble of cannon and flash of fire...