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...same." One staff officer, returning from a long flight at midnight, was met at the airport by a messenger who handed him a foot-high stack of homework and told him the admiral wanted it done by morning. Once, in a moment of rare relaxation, Felt, a crack poker player, summed up his basic attitude in a paraphrase from Mister Dooley: "Trust everybody, but always cut the cards." Hunting & Homework. Don Felt learned the beginnings of his furious discipline from his mother. Through most of his boyhood she beat down the familiar pattern of juvenile revolt-his preference for hunting...
...frightened, hysterical patient, for example, the poker-faced pedodontist offers no sympathy, only a businesslike proposal: "Today we're going to look at your teeth, and then you're going home." When the unbelieving child opens his mouth to cry, the dentist quickly says, "Good. We saw your teeth. Now go home." Bills for such "behavior orientation" sessions range from $5 to $25, but few parents argue about cost if the child's fear of the dentist is relieved. "Our aim," says Pedodontist Addelston, "is to make the child realize that going to the dentist...
After barely 30 minutes on the ground, Kennedy and his party took off again in the faster DC-6 press plane. At 1:14 a.m., he moved up to the cockpit, adjusted a pair of earphones and hunched over the shoulder of the flight engineer. Poker-faced Press Secretary Pierre Salinger ambled back to the public-address system. "We have just been advised that Mrs. Kennedy has given birth to a baby boy," he announced. "Both mother and son are doing well." The cabin rang with applause...
Outraged by the beating, the Guatemalan Press Association demanded an immediate investigation, while El Impartial, a leading daily, saw it as "an attack on the freedom of expression." But last week President Ydigoras refused to comment, and by week's end the poker-faced Interior Ministry still dismissed the whole thing as just "a street incident...
Kelly's prose has tightened up a good deal since the appearance of The Poker Party; he has tamed his metaphors and come up with some fine images (his eyes bulged like tiny white balloons; the crown of the sun, burning into the top of the ridge like a match burning into the edge of a sheet of paper). There are still signs of roughness, however, and a profusion of commas and semi-colons in paragraphs where Kelly jams together various clauses in a weak imitation of Faulkner. In one place, near the beginning of the story, Kelly pictures...