Word: muriel
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...Press Secretary Pierre Salinger had been -but not by much. After the ride, he returned to terra firma with a heavy sigh of relief, announced that he would do anything for Johnson but: "No more horses." The President haw-hawed, later shep herded a few people, including Hubert and Muriel Humphrey, on a leisurely sundown tour of the ranch, drawled contentedly about the soil, the rain, and the virtues of the U.S. voter. At the ranch after dinner, Lyndon and Hu bert kidded about their pre-election predictions; Johnson had said 44 states for the Democrats, Humphrey had guessed...
...drizzling when Hubert Humphrey awoke in Minneapolis on Election Day morning, but nothing could dampen his spirits. "When we get to Waverly," he told his wife Muriel during the 40-mile drive to their home town, "there'll be no rain. This is St. Hubert...
Mandatory Days. At his lakeside ranch house, Humphrey changed into sports clothes, whiled away the after noon talking to Minnesota friends by phone. Later, he and Muriel returned to Minneapolis, went to a Sheraton-Ritz Hotel suite to listen to returns. There the South Dakota druggist's son who had always wanted to be President, or at the very least Vice President, told a crowd of well-wishers: "I would be less than honest if I didn't say I am very happy and quite excited...
JUDY: He does bring to the screen his own particular blend of past and present, his own perceptive consciousness of the mind and its experience, his own harsh juxtaposition of memory and fact, of yearning and fulfillment. How ludicrous to call Muriel "essentially false, an elaborate piece of mystification" as that aging enfant terrible of British film criticism, John Russell Taylor, recently...
JAKE: To me, deep in my heart, Muriel is a never-seen objective correlative for the tortured flaming creature with burned breasts that was the Algeria of so many long agonized bloody strife-torn years of horrible rending aux abois war. And that creepy music, it made my skin crawl...