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...have a democracy," cried one student teacher in the course of a history class. "They have a king.") The colleges themselves seldom have the money that other institutions have, and their professors-"the men who teach the teachers-rank close to the bottom of the prestige ladder in the academic world." The great universities and the liberal arts colleges consistently ignore their plight: "[They] have little right to criticize teachers' colleges for not doing well a job they themselves have hardly done...
...week, to the amplified tune of Goodnight, Irene, the blue station wagon blared its way around Chicago's South and Southwest Sides. At the giant Crane Co., Douglas shook hands with a group of independent union workers picketing the plant. He ate lunch with the firemen of Hook & Ladder Truck 41, to whom he admitted that he was feeling pretty stiff and sore. He had slipped and fallen that morning taking his bath. Spike pleaded with him to lie down and rest. The Senator napped for two ho.urs at the firehouse. Then he was off again with his advice...
...newspaper ventures, Marshall Field III had been loosening his grip on the editorial direction of his surviving daily, the tabloid Chicago Sun-Times (circ. over 610,000 daily). Last fall, though he kept the title of publisher, Field gave 34-year-old Marshall Field Jr. a lift up the ladder; he gave him day-to-day command of the news room to be shared with 50-year-old Managing Editor Milburn ("Pete") Akers (TIME, Nov. 14). This week, the elder Field made the transfer of power complete. He gave up his title of publisher, though he remained on the masthead...
...Wall. I didn't have time to express an opinion because the boat rammed sharply into the sea wall. The ladders went up and the 20 marines in our boat began scrambling up. The ladders were very shaky. The hooks were not wide enough for the wall. But one by one our men disappeared over the sea wall. It came my turn and I climbed the ladder and hit the top of the wall. I threw one leg over it and rolled. I landed with a thud in the ditch Sam had said would be there...
Craig climbed up the ladder of routine peacetime duty from Haiti to China, acquired the reputation of a steady, thoroughly professional soldier. His first wife was an invalid for a dozen years; during those years, Craig spent all his spare time at her bedside. He rarely appeared at officers' clubs. She died in 1943; he got the news just as he was about to go into battle at Bougainville. He married again in 1947, has become a contented homebody. Of an evening, he likes his wife to read to him from the poems of homespun versifier Edgar A. Guest...