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...complained about unseemly haste. In Ripon, the Liberals did not have a phone at their campaign headquarters until two weeks before the vote. In Ely, Freud recalls, "there were 400 sq. mi. of trees already plastered with Conservative posters while I was still waiting to get estimates from my printer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BRITAIN: Freudian Slip | 8/13/1973 | See Source »

...Cook, 52, a printer and a McGovern Democrat, is far from jubilant about Watergate. "It's a sad thing," he says. "Anybody in the White House should be above that. They were crying law-and-order when they went in, and now we see them pulling everything in the book. It's hard to believe that Nixon didn't know something about all this. If he was involved, he should resign. That would be better for the country than if he were impeached...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: OPINION: How Main Street Views Watergate | 5/28/1973 | See Source »

Before he began serving a sentence for parole violation at Minnesota state prison at Stillwater, Richard C. Jackson had never been considered an artist. But in 2% years, the 53-year-old printer developed a keen aesthetic eye as well as an appreciation for shading, contrast and tone. Working laboriously in the prison's printing shop, convict Jackson came up with an amazingly good portrait of Andrew Jackson, a nice rear view of the White House and passable reproductions of the filigree found on a U.S. $20 bill. When his sentence expired in March, he loaded up a cardboard...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: You Can't Take It with You | 5/7/1973 | See Source »

...printer turned his thumb down when Nixon's name came up. The justice of the peace wondered, "Does he care about anyone any longer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PRESIDENCY by HUGH SIDEY: Sadness in Mid-America | 4/30/1973 | See Source »

...silver-haired old man, tall but slightly stoop-shouldered, rocked back and forth in an ancient chair at the center of the stage. His desk near by was piled high with printer's galleys and papers. He was finishing a dreamlike trip through his childhood, the final moment in a two-hour monologue on slavery, war and American history. From a packed audience at New York's Town Hall, a voice asked, "Mr. Douglass, what do we do? What...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PROTEST: They Are Killing Me | 2/26/1973 | See Source »

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