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...years passed and nobody paid any attention to him. Southern California was full of quacks with whom he would not stoop to compete. It was not until last spring, when he was 61 years old, that success finally came. Hundreds of people suddenly began turning up at his frame house to have their static removed and to chew on wheat kernels soaked in cosmic rays...
...office in the Department of the Interior, stoop-shouldered, intense little John Collier shuffled through a neat stack of papers, stopped occasionally to stare at a corncob pipe in an empty water glass on his desk. In his baggy old long-sleeved green sweater, he looked like a country storekeeper closing out the week's accounts. Actually, he was closing out twelve years with the Government...
William J. Gallagher, 69, freshman New Deal Congressman from Minnesota, onetime Minneapolis street sweeper, warned Washington newsmen to stop snickering at his unstatesmanlike past. Fumed Representative Gallagher: "I am not ashamed of having worked. . . . One young man . . . wrote a story about me being stoop-shouldered and having gnarled hands. Well, I'll bet I can lick hell...
From Tennessee, West Virginia, Missouri, Illinois and Ohio came other reports last week that women, deprived of popular-brand cigarets, were taking to pipes. Across the nation, cigaret shelves were bare and gagsters were demanding "a package of 'Stoopies'-the kind you stoop down behind the counter for." Manufacturers of unknown brands were making-and, some thought, selling-hay. A group of doctors learnedly gave a U.P. reporter nine rules for getting along happily without cigarets (least helpful: give yourself a pep talk; maybe you don't want a smoke, after...
Hellcat's Father. The father of the Hellcats is a medium-sized, 49-year-old man. He has a pink face, seamed with hundreds of tiny wrinkles, sharp, bright blue eyes, sandy red hair and the twanging voice of a New England storekeeper. He is stoop-shouldered and extraordinarily shy, moves about as if he hopes no one will notice him. A Navy flyer, meeting him for the first time, said: "You don't look like the guy who builds Hellcats." Roy Grum man looks more like the suburban fellow who lives next door...