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...soldier I can't emphasize it too much." For hundreds of Houston parents, Reed came to typify their own servicemen sons; they flooded him with pies, cakes, homemade candy, books. When he wrote wistfully that he wished he had "a teaspoonful of Texas soil to put under my pillow at night," he got nearly a truckload, packed in small envelopes. But when Reed was home on a furlough, City Editor Johnston diplomatically asked him when he thought he might be going overseas...
Picnic in Pennsylvania. On his plane heading for his meeting with the Pennsylvania delegation, Ike breakfasted off a tray balanced on a pillow on his lap, then went forward and sat in the pilot's seat. At Harrisburg, Governor John Fine welcomed him. At his farm three miles from Gettysburg, Ike had a happy reunion with his old friend Arthur Nevins, a retired brigadier general who runs the place (189 acres, twelve Holsteins, ten Guernseys, 500 chickens) while Ike is away. From New York Ike had phoned: "I'm coming down for a picnic. Don't sell...
...tears dribbled down his pillow as he remembered the acrid exchange of words with his roommate. He regretted those scornful words now. His roommate had slammed the door, and gone the Class of '52 reunion anyway...
...stretched out across the bed and just lay there, the hot tears dribbling down onto his pillow. Stubbornness was the master of Elliott P. Willoughby...
...igoos went looking for Beauty in alleys and gutters, U.S. artists have prided themselves on smoking the lady out of the most unexpected hiding places. Last week in a Manhattan gallery, Painter James Fosburgh smoked her out again. He had discovered her in a dirty clothes hamper, a rumpled pillow, a tavern jukebox. "Anything can be beautiful if you bother to see its beauty," says Fosburgh. "Even a hamper can be a vision of the world." He makes a handsome still life from a pair of discarded work gloves or a coffee cup, a romantic landscape from the bleak hangars...