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Boyish Bob Cummings, most hapless of the lot, disappeared after a week of tiresome apologies for himself. These tentative flings sputter along, propelled by weak jokes and-when needed-repeats of a Linkletter show-and the best of Art is none too good...
...like it at all. For one thing, the House-approved bill knocked out the backdoor financing provisions in four major Administration measures. For another, the House had deleted a proposal to increase each Senator's office payroll by $5,000. But about all the Senate could do was sputter. Cried Republican Leader Everett Dirksen: "This is indeed an outrage perpetrated on the Senate." Democratic Whip Hubert Humphrey threatened reprisal at the next session: "We're going to have some legislative regurgitation." Cried Majority Leader Mike Mansfield, normally mild to a fault: "We have taken a shellacking...
...Brief Sputter. Goldberg had met Jack Kennedy while testifying before the House Education and Labor Committee. The two men became friends with a common interest. Says Goldberg: "We would sit around discussing the philosophy of various aspects of labor for hours." When President-elect Kennedy tapped him for Labor Secretary, Goldberg told him to discuss the choice with other people. Kennedy did, got an affirmative consensus, although George Meany sputtered briefly before agreeing. (Because Goldberg has never carried a union membership card, Meany has never really considered him an honest-to-overalls labor...
Elegant and cadaverous, calm and withdrawn behind his beard. Graves does not sputter on reporters' griddles but speaks with sad, cold force. The intense romanticism of his paintings is absent from his public personality. Back in the U.S. for a brief visit last week, he explained that his Spring with Machine-Age Noises series was painted in anger before leaving the U.S. For him it represents the noise of "jets, chain saws, freight trains, trucks, bulldozers" sweeping over a grassy patch...
Last week, regretfully judged too old and unsafe for future Septembers, the proud old fighters purred peacefully over London for the last time. Hardly had Spitfire Sugar Love 574 passed out of sight of the nostalgic crowd on the Horse Guards Parade when its engine began to cough and sputter. Losing altitude rapidly, the pilot, Air Vice Marshal Harold John Maguire, spotted a green and empty sports field and prepared to belly-land on it. As the Oxo and Old Hollingtonian cricket teams, which had just retired to the pavilion for their half-time tea, watched in amazement, the stricken...