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...four-starred flag of the CINCUS. And below decks, for the next five days, tall, slow-spoken Admiral James Otto Richardson, Commander in Chief U. S. Fleet, worked at his desk, writing, reading, conferring. At week's end the blue flag came down and the CINCUS, in mufti, went over the side. That day he took a plane for Washington, this week sat down to talk with Secretary of the Navy Frank William Knox...
...away. Beyond the Venetian blinds the rain fell, streaking the stuccoed walls of the War Department's shoddy Munitions Building, glazing the black asphalt of Washington's Constitution Avenue. Seated before old Phil Sheridan's ornately carved desk, spare, grey General George Catlett Marshall, in summer mufti, talked to 25 newsmen at his weekly press conference...
True to a custom in Washington (a supposed sop to pacifistic civilian taxpayers), Gene Reybold sat down at his desk in shirt sleeves and mufti, a pair of tortoise-shell spectacles camouflaging his military nose. Like most Army men out of uniform, he managed to look more like a country doctor than like the top-flight soldier...
Under this clause, Japan had last week virtually completed the occupation of Indo-China-without a single test of the Mandel defenses. "Traffic Examiners" swarmed into the country in mufti, in Army khaki and Navy blue, piloting airplanes and driving little brown automobiles. They proceeded to chart airports, survey highways, estimate the troop traffic which the Haiphong-Kunming railway might carry if Indo-China should by any chance allow troops to cross her territory. Merchants arrived lugging the Oriental equivalents of carpetbags. Three destroyers lay off the port of Haiphong. A large fleet, including no less than 18 troop transports...
...Stimson. In Army headquarters in the rambling wartime Munitions Building on Washington's Constitution Avenue, they also met and listened to the Army's No. 1 soldier, General George Catlett Marshall. What they saw was a rangy, lean (182 Ib.) six-footer in negligently neat mufti, a field soldier with reflective blue eyes, a short, pugnacious nose, broad, humorous mouth, a stubborn upper lip. What they heard was a dry, impersonal voice, setting out with simple precision the necessities of the U. S.'s No. 1 modern military crisis, the work that has to be done...