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...Arabia, the President himself was winging southward to join Art and George at Thomasville. Stepping out of his plane into balmy weather ("My," commented Mamie Eisenhower, "this sun feels good"), Ike drove to Treasury Secretary George Humphrey's 600-acre plantation, "Milestone." Next day he climbed into a mule-drawn hunting wagon and to the soothing clop-clop-clop of two white mules, drove to the dry brush where the quail were hiding. And there, within the hour, the President almost forgot the tensions of the world outside...
...Army also announced that it would muster out the famed 4th Field Artillery Battalion (Pack), which, with its 125 horses and mules, was created in 1907 for mountain and jungle fighting, saw action in World War II (Burma, Italy). Replacing the Army mule: the experimental 4th Airphibious Field Artillery Firing Unit-a helicopter group...
...usually takes weeks for my subscription copy of TIME to find its way here by railroad, truck and mule train; the last mail brought your Sept. 24 issue with John D. Rockefeller Jr.'s story. The following day one of our students died of typhoid fever. In her class, I heard the teacher comforting her pupils with the words you quoted from Laura Spelman Rockefeller, "Children are my precious jewels -loaned me for a season to be handed back when the call comes." Even here in this small town the good works of the Rockefeller bounty is felt. Unaware...
...unusual. Caught up in the passions of the era, the Northern Copperhead papers no less than the Southern press called Abraham Lincoln names that for venomous variety have been unsurpassed before or since in editorial tirades against a President-"The Ape,'' "Simple Susan," "Kentucky Mule," "Illinois Beast," "traitor," "lowborn, despicable tyrant," "cringing, crawling creature...
There last week, as fast as they could fill their boat-shaped baskets with the honeycombs of tiny black Pinot grapes, the harvesters spilled them into mule-drawn carts. At Montrachet -whose wine, said Dumas, "ought to be drunk kneeling, with head bared"-around Beaune, at Meursault, Romanee-Conti, Vougeot and Gevrey-Chambertin-each hillside as famous in France as any of Napoleon's battlefields, it was the same. Off went the grapes, the best first, to be pressed in cellars at the foot of each small field. From the vats within these reeking temples of Bacchus rose...