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Over the vast, silent crowd on Capitol Hill and through homes and offices across the land, the voice rang sharp & clear: "I, Dwight D. Eisenhower, do solemnly swear . . . [to] preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States-so help me God." Black-robed Chief Justice Vinson stepped back, and the new President of the U.S. stood alone...
...time when the most ordinary variations of sound rang out like cymbals. Along Pennsylvania Avenue the hammers beat together a cubistic forest of grandstands for the inauguration. A friend spotted Mrs. Dean Acheson-who is accustomed to a solidly booked social calendar-wandering into a movie. Dean Acheson showed up at a congressional hearing relatively unbriefed and unconcerned. Harry Truman earnestly asked Congress to make tax-free the expense accounts of the new President (saving Ike $39,000), Vice President (saving: $5,600) and Speaker of the House (saving: $3,600)-and urged Congress to hurry, because a President...
...stolen car through Petersburg, Va. and forced it into a ditch. In the wreck they found two soldiers, both AWOL. One cop stayed behind guarding them; the other, R. B. Hatchell, set off in pursuit of the driver, who had run away. Half an hour later two shots rang out; Hatchell's body was found nearby...
...Pittsburgh last week, modern music was heard, loud and clear. The occasion: the city's first International Contemporary Music Festival. For a total of 15 hours, the rafters of two concert halls rang with the peculiarly bright and gloomy, slick and perverse sounds of modernist music. At times, the cacophonies seemed to be competing with the harsh melody of Pittsburgh's blast furnaces. Most of it was tried and (often) true music that has been played for the past 25 years, but on some of the scores the ink was hardly dry. Among the musical nuggets...
...cold Korean night rang with silence. But in all the dark and unseen hills for unseen miles around lay thousands of hidden armed men, breathing, staring, listening, waiting. Once in a great while, far away in some high ravine, a machine gun pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-popped, and then stopped to hear its own echo. Thirteen U.S. Marines listened to it with odd gratitude as they felt their way, single file, through a black no man's land of paddy-fields. When the echoes died, they could hear nothing but the sound of their own breathing...