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...thousand of them packed the State Farm Show arena to hear Scranton take the oath of office and promise "a new era in Pennsylvania progress." Concentrating on the need for cooperation between parties, Scranton also said, "Don't tell me that Pennsylvania can't lick its problems, because I know it can. We still have the same God-given natural resources, the same advantages for commerce and industry, the same progressive spirit that brought us greatness in other ages. But these things must be tapped...
...settled down to become wife and mother (three children), did not relish his going into politics but worked hard for him nevertheless. A woman of enormous energy ("I can't bottle it up"), she bustled everywhere, pushed doorbells, inaugurated "Coffee with the Peabodys" in Boston parking lots, added "Lick the Opposition" Popsicles for the kids. When a milliner asked her why she went around hatless, Toni hurried away and bought 15 hats-just to prove that she was an ardent supporter of Massachusetts' millinery industry. She is an unabashed Massachusetts booster. At the inaugural dinner, for example...
...intelligent and learned article on the anthropological methods of France, England, and America which after three readings still leaves me, if instructed, cold; it may bring something to others. Drew de Shong has a weird little rapid-fire glance at three avant-garde sculptors, a lollipop he lets us lick just once for flavor and then withdraws; it is almost enough...
Photographs taken through the great telescope at California's Lick Observatory, and released last week, reveal the moon's pockmarked crust in astonishing detail (see cut). Forbidding mountains loom above broad valleys and sharply defined crevasses, just as they will appear to approaching astronauts. But for all their clarity, the pictures leave a vital question unanswered. What is the moon actually made...
Traveler: It's marvelous how you do it, Doctor. I've been traveling the same territory myself, but nobody ever really opens up except filling station attendants and waitresses. I tried to talk to a truck driver at a lunch counter in Salt Lick, Ky., about the Common Market. He looked as if he was about to punch me in the nose, so I dropped the subject. In Palmyra, Ind., I asked a farmer how he felt about Kennedy. "My politics is my business," he said. In Paoli, Ind., I asked a housewife if she was alarmed about...