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...look at The Explorers, one of the book's more successful stories, shows that he is right. Three young hoods with time to kill wander to the edge of the Central Park boat pond and try mockingly to talk with a girl there. When she ignores them, they torment a small Negro boy until she protests. Then, abruptly, they drop the game; it is time for an ominous appointment. Curtain. Weidman delivers his grim moment expertly, but the reader's admiration is mixed. There is something safe and synthetic about the story. One feels that if Hemingway...
...became very annoyed, witnesses reported that "Willie Yeats was banging his head on the table as though he had a fit, muttering to himself." Yeats sometimes primed the medium via telepathy, but he doubtless was not amused by the "seer" who responded: "I have a vision of a square pond, but I can see your thought, and you expect me to see an oblong pond." On another humorously humorless occasion, the poet deputed a vampire to plague one of his enemies. The reckless, insane logic of the spirit world sometimes pursued Yeats far beyond the seance rooms. Years after...
...lighthearted comparisons of the Communist and capitalist ways of life. After the luncheon, in a now familiar Kennedy routine, the President took his guest by the arm, suggested a short walk in the garden, alone but for their interpreters. As they strolled around the garden's tree-shaded pond, Kennedy stuffed his hands in his coat pockets; Khrushchev occasionally launched an animated gesture...
...Steps" at 8 p.m. and again at 9:30 tomorrow night in Eliot House and is negotiating with Masters in the hope that he may be permitted to screen it in the other Houses. Hopefully he will have success. Seeing Messrs. Nathan, Seltzer, Aaron, et al. prancing over Fresh Pond hill in the Dance of Death as the dusk of sunset closes in, is a vision...
...Nice." Jackie Kennedy also made a gracious gesture toward the nation's newshens, inviting 200 of them for lunch. The presswomen, led in through the southwest gate, which is usually reserved for state occasions, drove past daughter Caroline's jungle-gym swings and duck pond. Jackie greeted each guest with a warm friendliness. Said she to Eugenia Sheppard, the New York Herald Tribune Women's Feature Editor: "How nice to meet you, at last!" Eugenia melted, could barely wait to rush off to her typewriter. "It was exactly the female kind of party that we took...