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...other dignitaries did not fare so well. Big, jovial John Steelman, the President's special assistant, had unsuspectingly come dressed in white shirt and pants. As Truman chuckled gleefully, Steelman was laid out on the tin "operating table," prodded with an electrically charged knife, and given a gargle of quinine and lemon extract from a huge hypodermic syringe. Then he was plastered with paint, run through a gauntlet of shellbacks wielding stuffed canvas paddles, up steps with electrically charged handrails. After another gargle, he was pushed into a tilting chair and dumped backward into the ducking pool, where seven...
...Steelworker Tony; he weakened badly in the fifth round. Early in the sixth, one of Graziano's swing-&-a-prayer haymakers landed squarely. Suddenly Tony was helpless; his arms dropped and his head jerked back & forth as Rocky hit him at will. After nearly 40 punches, Steelman Zale had not gone down, but he was lying inertly doubled over the ropes, with Graziano hammering him as if he were trying to decapitate him. Referee Johnny Behr pulled Rocky away and stopped the fight. Whitey Bimstein, Rocky's second, leaped into the center of the ring to congratulate...
...Like a garden," sighed Presidential Assistant John Steelman, sniffing at the 144 dark red roses. Over the roses, hands across the sea stretched and missed, and fumbling, missed again. Somebody had a perfectly sound idea that British and U.S. leaders should get to know each other better; but, like a lot of other good ideas, this one failed to bloom...
...nervous yawn started by Steelman floated around the table. Mason at last introduced Sir Frederick with a reference to "the fog about the two FBIs." Sir Frederick, in a high-pitched stammer, replied with some verse that praised Queen Elizabeth for having "stayed in town while London Bridge was falling down." Then, shifting from one foot to the other, he spoke of international trade as "the one thread from which the fabric of peace and security in the world must be woven...
...Helpful Steelman snatched a glass of water, proposed a toast "to His Majesty, the King of England"; Sir Frederick replied with a toast to the President of the U.S. Then the guests left the dreamlike luncheon in the cool seventh-floor dining room for the humid heat of Washington's streets. Said one: "It was awfully nice, but I haven't the damndest idea what it was all about." Said an Administration leader, veteran of many high-pressure capital lunches: "A luncheon without a motive is rather refreshing...