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...State of the Union message, and after most Senators and Congressmen had pronounced their appraisals to newsmen and gone home to dinner. Just after dark, Ohio's white-haired Republican Senator John W. Bricker walked into the White House and made his way to Ike's second-floor study to meet with the President and an assortment of Administration brass, including Secretary of State John Foster Dulles, Attorney General Herbert Brownell and Senate Majority Leader Bill Knowland. The problem: what to do about the Bricker amendment (TIME, July 13), which has turned into a time-bomb threat...
Novelist James Jones, pleased by Hollywood's jo.b on his From Here to Eternity (especially the sad ending, because "people need tragedy"), was spending an industrious summer at a writers' colony near Marshall, Ill. Holed up in the second-floor bedroom of his own "bachelor house," he was already more than 400 pages along on his second novel. Publicity men wanted him at the Chicago opening of From Here to Eternity, but Jones stood fast: "I love you all, but please leave me alone. I'm living with my characters...
...likes a few rubbers of bridge. In the White House, Saturday night is usually bridge night. The evening begins about 5 o'clock, in the solarium on the White House roof, is interrupted for a snack or buffet supper, then may continue down in Ike's second-floor study until 10 or 10:30. Guests arriving for a bridge date are likely to find the host waiting for them at the card table, impatiently riffling the decks...
...flickery days of the nickelodeon, a little (5 ft. 5 in.) Hungarian immigrant named Adolph Zukor decided that the way to lure customers into his second-floor emporium in Manhattan was to give them a thrill. Zukor installed a glass stairway under which a waterfall tumbled down over electric lights. It was the movies' first lesson in spectacular salesmanship, and it was Zukor's key to success...
...morning after the election, a big sign hung from a second-floor balcony at Joy and Mt. Vernon Streets, on Boston's Beacon Hill, said: "Thank God." It seemed to express more than merely one voter's gratitude that his candidate had come in. The trappings of the campaign having been laid away, the nation had quietly made its great decision. Bitterness and disagreement did not disappear, but there was a better chance for unity than in many years, and great cause for hope. Meanwhile, the U.S. went on living its life as usual-strange, wonderful, and wonderfully...