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...field read F.Y.I, before turning to their copy of TIME to see if the news they cabled in got printed. Wrote one of them recently from our office in Shanghai: "F.Y.I, continues to be our favorite publication. We learn about Silk's ducks, Calhoun's sweatshirt, the TIME girls' parties for the G.I.s at Halloran (Hospital). . . . And how is luncheon at the Holland House, Isabella? And does one still see happy and familiar faces at the Three G's restaurant? Ah, forgive me, I'm weeping...
...last week Lieut. Redin seemed like a stranger all over again. He had been arrested on a Portland, Ore. pier, dressed in a sweatshirt and grey slacks, just as he was getting aboard the Soviet Steamship Alma Ata. The FBI had arrested him as a spy. He had been under "intensive observation" for months, said the FBI, which charged that he had "induced another to obtain plans, documents and writings relating to the Yellowstone, a U.S. destroyer tender." The information, it added, "was to be used to the advantage of a foreign nation, to wit: the U.S.S.R...
Dooley. He gave up his untidy house in town, moved out to a country home near Stamford, Conn. There he clothed his immensity in a pair of frayed trousers and a sweatshirt. But he remained a member of Manhattan's exclusive Racquet & Tennis Club, wore costly suits made by a Fifth Avenue tailor when he went to town...
...launched an acid personal attack on the leaders of the H.A.A., Harlow and Bingham especially. In fact, a typical mid-season bout of asparagus-throwing has followed Saturday's game. Some carping alumni are even criticizing the spirit of the players, and yelling for Harlow to turn in his sweatshirt...
...candidate for the "funny" magazine, stood around the outskirts of the group shortly after he had been subjected to a drop-kick which he admitted "lifted me right off my feet." While he attempted to calm his ruffled feelings, two exceedingly ominous looking gentlemen, attired in sweatshirts, their swarthy jowls covered with a wiry bristle, silently converged on him. For a moment the three stood watching the milling students and Storm Troopers with a jaundiced eye. Finally the one in the larger sweatshirt leaned over to the Councilman...