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...Matter of Views. As Churchill had seen him at close range, Vyacheslav Molotov was "a man of outstanding ability and cold-blooded ruthlessness . . . His cannonball head, black mustache and comprehending eyes, his slab face, his verbal adroitness and imperturbable demeanor, were appropriate manifestations of his qualities and skill. He was above all men fitted to be the agent and instrument of the policy of an incalculable machine...
...month ago, when Federal Housing Administrator Raymond Foley cracked that "What America needs is a good $6,000 house," the Price brothers sat down to see if it could be done. They substituted an insulated concrete-slab floor for hardwood floors, eliminated the basement in favor of a utility room with a hot-water heater, put an oil heater in the living room and left closets doorless. They got the cost of the unassembled house down to $2,089 f-o.b. the plant. Added costs of erection, wiring, plumbing, etc., said Jim Price, should keep the house under...
Last week, he pasted a neat miniature of Molotov in his album: "Cannonball head . . . comprehending eyes . . . slab face ... a man of outstanding ability and cold-blooded ruthlessness ... I have never seen a human being who more perfectly represented the modern conception of a robot . . . His smile of Siberian winter, his carefully-measured and often wise words, his affable demeanor, combined to make him the perfect agent of Soviet policy in a deadly world . . . Havoc and ruin had been around him all his days . . . How glad I am at the end of my life not to have had to endure...
...Last spring I did a piece about a split in the French Communist Party. I needed a slab of color to make the story live [Laguerre got quite a slab, including a scene in which Communist Jacques Duclos nervously knocked over an ashtray, crawled under the table after it]; but what I chiefly needed to write were big chunks of guidance. It was an unusual story, going against the notions of TIME readers and TIME editors, who have seen so much evidence of Communist discipline and solidarity that they would find it hard to believe in the split...
Democratic alibis piled up thicker than mites on a slab of old store cheese. The Bronx election was a special case, of course; but it was, nevertheless, a resounding Democratic defeat. The fact was that the Democrats had fallen on their faces when they had every reason, and every precedent, for staying on their feet. They had tripped, almost absentmindedly, over Henry Wallace's highly emotional appeal to the very poor, the huddled minorities, and the tightly knit Communists...