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...bench, Johnson perched half-moon spectacles on his patrician nose; his brown eyes scanned a document in the Conner case. He peered up from under bushy brows; a hush fell. The room was jammed with veniremen: Negroes as well as whites, women as well as men-a Johnson jury. Only one Negro survived defense challenges-an elderly Negro brickmason who later voted for conviction-but that might have happened in northern Maine. At one point, a defense lawyer mocked a Negro witness in the patronizing accents of Catfish Row. Objection by the prosecution. "Sustained," snapped Johnson. "Such remarks have...
...stepping aside, the patrician Gross, 62, has moved from California to Philadelphia, where many of his relatives and closest friends live. He will stay on as a Lockheed director, promises to remain a "working member" of the new Haughton-Kotchian team...
...fast expansion of credit-card systems is paving the way for what may some day be a cashless society. But it won't be a classless society-at least in Europe. Beginning next month, a favored few will be able to flash what promises to be the most patrician card of them all: a plastic ducat bearing the famed five-arrow emblem of the House of Rothschild and the blue-and-yellow racing colors of Guy Edouard Alphonse Paul de Rothschild, 57, head of the Paris branch of the family and of the grande dame of French banks, Rothschild...
Died. Alice Higinbotham Patterson, 87, first wife of New York Daily News Founder Joseph Medill Patterson and mother of the late Alicia Patterson Guggenheim (editor and publisher of Long Island's Newsday until her death in 1963), a Chicago patrician who did her best to lead her husband's life, hunting big game, flying with the Wright Brothers, finally divorced Captain Joe in 1938 and returned to a secluded life of gardening and charities; of congestive heart failure; in Chicago...
...Johnson suffers, too, from a kind of generational gap that yawns wider every time Bobby Kennedy addresses a crowd. It is not simply a matter of age. As a kind of latter-day Andrew Jackson in an era that looks for a more patrician patina on its politicians, he strikes many as plain corny or simply crude. Last week, for example, while en route to Manila, the wife of an allied Prime Minister had just confided to her seat mate that she preferred bacon even to caviar when the President leaned over, speared one of her two rashers and devoured...