Word: quiets
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...colored leather: khaki for the Army's General Maxwell Taylor, blue for the Air Force's General Nathan Twining, navy blue for the Navy's Admiral Arleigh Burke, brown for the Marine Corps' General Randolph Pate, and a nonsymbolic black for the fifth man-the quiet man -four-star Admiral Arthur William Radford, 60, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and senior military adviser to the President. Before these five military officers also lies an awesome agenda. It can sweep across the types and size of next year's H-bomb production, this year...
...Powerful Oar. During recent weeks Radford's quiet opinions have been showing up in so many phases-successful phases-of U.S. policy that Radio Moscow has taken to denouncing him as "one of the most influential men in the apparatus." With the prestige and style he has accumulated during 3½ years on the J.C.S. and 40 years in the Navy, Radford dips a powerful oar into nearly every basic policy decision confronting the nation. Currently he is urging that the U.S. speed shipments of short-and medium-range missiles (Nikes, Matadors, Snarks) to bolster the defenses of Great...
...fact, Radford is a warm man whose disciplined emotions, mastery of his job and unfailing consideration for others have earned him a warm regard. In a subtler sense, the regard paid to Arthur Radford further symbolizes a new military appreciation in this new military age for the quiet man in the big picture who sits and thinks and thereby saves lives and deters wars. Once Arthur Radford was one of the hottest pilots in the Navy, leading an aerial stunt team called the High. Hatters, even standing in as stuntman for Clark Gable in the epic Hell Divers...
...dogtrotted along behind as the dusky vehicle slithered out of the Yard and back to the Pudding, and so many people got out of it that I was able to mix with them as they entered. A quiet little girl was walking beside me, and I thought she was crashing too, until somebody shoved me aside and addressed her as Miss Baker...
...stood in a quiet corner for a few minutes, firm in my resolve. but was presently pushed, elbowed, and kneed to the floor by three husky women who then cornered Miss Baker and asked her the most pointed possible questions for ten minutes. I sketched them as they crouched around her (see cut), and later asked who they were. The two ladies on the end were from the Hearst Syndicate, and the Louella Parsons type in the middle was from the Boston Globe...