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...forgive him for not breaking with Lyndon Johnson over Viet Nam in the 1968 campaign. A Humphrey nomination could very possibly send them scurrying to a fourth-party movement. Besides, as Humphrey freely admits: "I'm not the new boy on the block. I'm not the prettiest face in town." Party leaders, nevertheless, give him more than an outside chance for the nomination...
When Joan arrived in Washington, the youngest-and some thought the prettiest-of the Kennedy wives, she entered the world of the Kennedys at its dazzling height. Now, nine years, two assassinations and a fatal accident later, that has all changed. She knows the hatred and passions the Kennedy name inspires, lives daily with the threats that come with unnerving frequency against her husband's life. "I don't want to be First Lady," she has said repeatedly, and her friends believe her. Says one intimate: "She is terrified that things are moving in such a way that...
...prettiest things in a pretty world is the privileged class enjoying their privileges," said Roger Angell '42, as Harvard was scoring its twenty-eighth point a short distance away. But George Plimpton '48, who had spent several long afternoons in the Bowl in previous years, was uneasy. "Where's all the pain, all the suffering?" he asked...
Cerebral Lovers. The father, known as P.Q., is a freethinking, argumentative intellectual who runs a tatty laundry, more or less when he feels like it. His wife is a pliant, childlike female, very like their eldest and prettiest daughter, Irene. Most of the novel is devoted to Urie, who is 13 when the book begins; she is an avowed bluestocking blessed with ambition and "a thick ego." Then there is Sylvia, 11, a charming but unfathomable sprite who is called "Loco Poco." Shortly after arriving in Ephesus, Urie forms an intense friendship with an ignorant but brilliant local boy named...
With its 1,367 cherry orchards sloping down to spotless Lake Michigan beaches, Traverse City (pop. 18,000) was long admired as one of the state's prettiest communities. But no longer. The beaches are now littered with rotting alewives, smelts and garbage. "I've been raking dead fish into piles, but I can't keep up with the amount that washes in," says Mrs. Josephine Hoehler, a summer resident. She notes another change: "I haven't seen one sea gull since I came up here three weeks...