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...mounts a platform, stands behind a lectern, makes the daily announcements and accepts questions." Says Fischer: "Johnson used to roam frequently around the West Wing, call reporters into his office for impromptu talks, and hold 'man-in-motion' press conferences as he strode around the White House lawn. Nixon, on the other hand, allows 'photo opportunities' only a few times a week and is more secluded than his predecessors...
...always, and we're the same as always. Most everyone here loved Senator Sam before all this television. They still do." Sam pays a daily visit to his office, sifts through the mail, then strolls down the street greeting friends and neighbors. One afternoon he mowed the lawn in front of his one-story red brick home. Townsfolk passing by called out: "Hi, Senator Sam." Mopping his animated brow, Sam shouted back: "Hi, Harry." "Hi, Miz Huffman...
Chrissie joined the weaker tour sponsored by the rival United States Lawn Tennis Association. Not surprisingly, in her first two months of playing for pay, she won 29 of 30 matches. "Being a pro," she said, flashing her most-likely-to-succeed smile, "is lots of fun." Still, she so dominated the U.S.L.T.A. competition that she soon began to worry that she might be losing her competitive edge. "I just want someone to start testing me," she said after a while, "someone to give me a real struggle...
...August Saturday afternoon, the scene is a slice of America's Norman Rockwell past. Barefoot children play one old cat and race their wagons down gently sloping sidewalks. Under the overhanging oaks, their fathers labor with hand mowers and rakes. On one lawn up the street, a rummage sale is in progress. Station wagons, laden with children, groceries, dogs and camping equipment, and trailing boats, slide out of driveways, heading north for a week or two at the lake...
...Orthodontist Richard Paulson, 39, lives with his wife Betty Ann and two daughters in the Minneapolis suburb of Golden Valley. In the woods behind his large rambling house, Paulson likes to take his children walking to see woodchucks, mallards, chipmunks and an occasional fox. They feed pheasant on their lawn. The Paulsons attend church ten minutes away in downtown Minneapolis, and in the summers vacation on the thickly wooded shores of sparkling, uncrowded Gull Lake, 2½ hours north of the Twin Cities. "I feel fortunate," says Paulson, "that we can still taste the things that 50 years ago people took...