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Joan Kennedy is a woman whose warmth and charm would have shone in almost any field of life. She has taught in public school and performed a Mozart piano concerto and read Peter and the Wolf with the Boston Symphony. Says one Bostonian who knows her well: "There isn't anyone wanner or dearer, when she's feeling good." But public life has not been kind to Joan Kennedy. Its wounds can be seen in the puffy eyes, the exaggerated makeup, the tales of alcoholism. Today she is a sadly vulnerable soul and an unknown factor...
...then a huge and large knight on the most fierce black horse there ere was strutted to the front. His armor was a bright puke green, and shone like an emerald in the sun. His armor was a bright puke green, and shone like an emerald in the sun. His lance was as long as his sword was sharp, and his shield bore the emblem of a mug. He was known as the Knight of Delta Pi Epsilon...
Despite the obstacles, however, Rosalynn's drive and devotion shone through. Said Liz Carpenter, a Lady Bird Johnson aide who was at the Dallas dinner: "She's out selling with true grit a President in trouble. She says, 'I believe in Jimmy and I know you'll believe in Jimmy,' and by God she's good at it! The force of her conviction comes through." Said Dallas Political Consultant Judy Bonner Amps: "You can't help but like the woman. She's attractive, charming, intelligent and totally committed to Jimmy. People...
...truth at Harvard shone from a tarnished setting of cultivated hypocrisy, in contrast to the let-it-all-hang-out confessions of the '70s. Yet, appearances, manners, and feelings are also truths; they can support good, bad, noble, or banal intentions. "A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent," wrote Willian Blake. The issues then, as now, had to do with intention as much as truth, purpose as much as technique, loyalty as much as self-realization...
...another and still wondered what the hell was going to happen. David Aaron, disarmament planner-now a White House presence-reached across the table to light the cigarette of a Russian and dozens of bored cameramen came alive. Snap, click, whirr. Around the world a thin ray of hope shone from the morning's front pages immortalizing the symbolic U.S.-Soviet cooperation. By evening, with a little vodka under their collective belts, there was reason to believe the two superpowers might at last see the folly of a nuclear arms race and find some formula by which to limit...