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...disorderly than planned. Knowland had hoped to put Dewey over when California was called. He called the delegation into a floor caucus, which looked like a football huddle, and told them that Warren had released them. But before the balloting began, Knowland saw John Bricker lumbering up to the rostrum. With none of his usual forensics, John Bricker announced simply that he had a statement from Taft. "I release my delegates," he read from notes, "and ask them to vote for Dewey." Knowland was right behind Bricker, pushing aside Stassen, who wanted to be next. Knowland surrendered for Warren. Stassen...
...thought was going to be a quiet performance this morning. Those kids of mine are going to be surprised." At the entrance to the hall, his three young daughters excitedly flung themselves on him, smeared his long upper lip and cheek with lipstick. He rushed on to the rostrum. Said Earl Warren: "I know what it feels like to get hit by a streetcar...
...awaiting his next test: the summing up at the end of the debate this week, and the Assembly's vote. Bidault was feeling the temperature more than his chief was. When he had finished his halting defense of the London agreement, the Foreign Minister walked slowly from the rostrum and took his seat on the government bench. He was sweating, but he muttered to Robert Schuman: "J'ai froid" (I'm cold...
...assemblage had expected to hear resounding words about democracy. Instead, they were haunted by a ghost out of the past. To the rostrum stepped Fritz von Unruh, one of Germany's greatest writers (Way of Sacrifice), a Junker officer who turned pacifist. Exiled by the Nazis, he had spent nearly eight years in the U.S. His grandfather had been the parliament's presiding officer. Von Unruh reminded his listeners that again & again since 1848 Germans have trampled freedom to death in their own country. When his audience squirmed, he peered from face to face. "What did you expect...
...Strangled City. The two immaculately uniformed Russian officers stared down expressionlessly from their high official bench at the small woman in navy blue who spoke to the assembly. She was Berlin's Mayoress, grey-haired, matronly, bespectacled Louise Schroeder; and her hands gripped the rostrum firmly. She attacked the restrictions on transportation within Berlin and on the shipment of packages to the Western zones. Prosaic issues? Yes-but they involved orders of the Russian occupying army...