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...world's least known and (at the moment) most important politicians. He was huddled in a black overcoat and brown woolen muffler, as if trying to withdraw into himself before the winds of winter and discontent that wailed about him. His black Homburg, tipped far over his pale blue eyes, almost scraped his nose, perhaps the most remarkable French nose since Cyrano de Bergerac's-a long, melancholy nose whose moody descent ended in a surprising and somewhat rakish twist, thus expressing both resignation and defiance to the world's all-embracing sadness...
...descriptions of them still retain their vitality. But, compared with the cool, intelligent journalism of Trial Reporter Rebecca West, Runyon's reporting is sensationalism cooked to Hearstian taste. Time has dulled the edge of the slangy, informal jargon that won Runyon so many admirers, and his dramatic exclamations pale into mere verbosity when Mrs. Snyder is asked "Why did you kill your husband?" and gives the utterly simple reply...
...Senate Banking and Currency subcommittee, headed by Washington's Harry P. Cain, produced the pale shadow of a "rent-control" bill which would decontrol all rooming houses, and all cities with more than 1% vacancies, and authorize landlords and tenants to enter into leases at any figure agreeable to both. The full committee took one look and hustled the monstrosity out of sight until...
Cord Meyer Jr., 27, is a pale young man with a preoccupied smile and wavy brown hair. His paleness and his preoccupation are the marks of war: he was very nearly killed on Guam. He lost an eye and had his face shattered when a Jap grenade exploded in his foxhole.* Since his discharge from the Marines, Cord Meyer has been a young man on a crusade. He is the president of United World Federalists, which seeks to save the world through a limited federation before an atomic war destroys...
...expanse of pale yellow wall separated two harshly sunlit windows which faced the bed. Between these windows stood the woman. She did not notice Joel, for she was staring across the room at an ancient bureau: there, on top of a lacquered box, was a bird, a bluejay perched so motionless it looked like a trophy. The woman turned and closed the only open window; then, with prissy little sidling steps, she started forward...