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...Lifetime. For every American woman who has rejected the pills because of conscious doubt or uncon scious fears and guilt, a dozen have accepted them. Says Dr. Richard Frank, medical chief of Chicago's Planned Parenthood clinics: "More than five million women can't be wrong about the acceptability of the pills." This impressive total, according to the 1965 National Fertility Study,* means that of all white American women using any form of contraception, 24% are on the pills. Broken down, it shows 27% pill use among Protestants, 22% among Jews, 18% among Roman Catholics. This last figure...
...class or in public lectures, Copey's small size made him self-con-scious about reading or speaking standing up. A letter in a recent Alumni Bulletin describes his in sistence on a table and chair that would fit "a boy five feet, five and one-half inches tall" and a cloth long enough to hide his legs. Once these details were disposed of, Copey's classroom manner was awe-inspiring. George Santayana wrote, "Copeland was an artist rather than a scholar; he was a public reader by profession, an elocutionist." A green bookbag and a glass of water always...
...here, rarely a laugh or cry, rarely the truly different. Walk along the river some warm evening.... very few people alone, thinking, worrying, wondering. Only the loving couples, a few retired professors on the benches, and a tired dog. See the species pre-media, the impersonal, mark-con-scious eyes and the pale, insipid faces. Peek into the Bick.... the white-sneaker crowd, sipping flat coffee with their flat conversation...
...collapse was like the literal living-cut of one of Poe's stories. In his derangement Griswold went to his wife's tomb, unfastened the coffin lid, "turned aside the drapery that hid her face," and seeing "the terrible changes made by Death and Time," fell uncon scious, to be found the next day by a friend...
...Stewart urged Mr. Mott to buy a hand some young jumper. Judy demanded a trial run around the local Laurel course. She mounted, skimmed around the course until the last fence, where the horse crashed to the turf, head first. When an ambulance reached her, Judy was uncon scious. Coming to, she muttered: "Mr. Stewart, we don't want to buy your horse...