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...past 28 years, Sulzberger, 53, has lived overseas. While reporting from Greece in 1939 he met a Greek girl named Marina whom he later married in Beirut. In 1944 he was made chief of the Times's foreign correspondents, a post that he held until he became a roving columnist in 1954. When not on the road, he makes his base in the New York Times Paris office, where the walls of his suite are almost totally covered with autographed pictures of the world's political leaders, most of whom he knows quite well...
John J. King, a Denver oilman and gun fancier, paid Oswald's widow Marina $10,000 for the rifle a year ago, promised an additional $35,000 on delivery, then sued to recover the weapon from federal authorities. In a Dallas courtroom, less than a mile from the stretch of road where the President was killed, U.S. Judge Joe E. Estes last week awarded the Federal Government permanent custody of the assassination rifle and the .38-cal. Smith & Wesson revolver with which Oswald killed Policeman J. D. Tippit. Both weapons, said the U.S. Justice Department, will thus be preserved...
...When he also was called before a grand jury, The Camel lost his cool. Rather than land in jail for silence or six feet under for talking, he lied-so ineffectually that he was hauled in on a perjury charge. That night, out on bail and back in his Marina City Towers suite, The Camel died of a heart attack. The diagnosis was that he expired of acute humiliation...
Some of those who finally made it home felt like Odysseus. One man hiked 15 miles from Wall Street to the East Bronx. Another had his wife sail their Chris-Craft 30 miles down the Hudson to pick him up at the 79th Street marina. A dozen passengers crossed the East River to Queens in the back of an armored car; aboard a flatbed truck, threescore executives toting attache cases jounced happily home across the 59th Street bridge...
...summer artistry. In Appalachia, strip miners have ravaged the hills for ore and left behind a gutted horizon that, says one native, "makes my stomach turn." Thousands of acres of Atlantic coast marshland, home of waterfowl and spawning ground for oysters and clams, are being filled in by marina-minded resort builders...