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When the black convertible pulled up to the speakers' platform erected for the occasion, there was an outburst of cheering and applause, almost drowning out a well-dressed woman's shout to her husband: "He's so handsome!" Youngsters set up a "We Want Lodge!" chant, and the grownups joined in. Somebody handed the candidate's smiling wife a massive bouquet of four dozen roses, and as the cheers continued Henry Cabot Lodge, the G.O.P.'s choice for vice president, raised his arms to form a V. "This was Nixon territory," Illinois' Congresswoman Marguerite...
...four-year, all-state basketball player and to clean up in track. Now a junior at Tennessee State, Wilma is studying to be a teacher (average grade: B plus), has so little trouble winning races in the U.S. that she has sometimes slowed down in mid-sprint to shout encouragement to a teammate...
...confidence that every young man she meets will be as a brother to her." An indignant college professor joined in. "Individually as well as in groups," he complained, his students "discuss the proportions of maidens, their adipose tissues and their coy looks." And the coeds? "Bearing and dress publicly shout at you: 'Come and look at me.' " 50 Screams. Some of the assembled savants were inclined to blame the new looseness on the movies ("That unmitigated evil") and cigarette smoking: "It is a biological fact that habitual smoking stimulates the oral erotic zone and the mind starts wandering...
...parachute continued its float down. Mitchell made another pass at it at 10,000 ft., but brought his Cng in too high. He wheeled back for a third try, which he knew must be his last. At 8,500 ft. Mitchell carefully made his final pass, heard a crewman shout: "That's it. You've got hold...
...retreat to the tobacco shop in Montreal was soon followed by a new retreat to a government clerkship in Washington, and eventually by his return to Los Angeles, this time as a clerk for the FBI. From 2½ little Mort liked to stand behind the radio and shout through it his own version of the news. At eight he hung around radio stations, picked up discarded scripts from the floor or out of garbage cans, read them into a dummy microphone he had made for himself at home...