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...sleep. Schweiker urged him to check the bedroom because he had something important to say. He was asked to wait until the next morning, and at breakfast he finally told Reagan, who quickly declined his offer to withdraw. "I'm not going to leave this convention with my tail between my legs," he told the Pennsylvanian, "and neither are you." But the disillusionment with Reagan that exploded when he chose Schweiker was there to the end. The previous afternoon a Northern Governor pleaded with Reagan to drop Schweiker from the ticket-with the Pennsylvania Senator sitting right beside them...
...moderate who fled to the waiting embrace of the Democrats in 1973 is Michigan Congressman Donald Riegle. He felt that his faction of the party no longer had any influence. "We were like the tail of the dog; we couldn't wag the dog." A Republican pondering whether to follow Riegle's example is Maryland's Charles Mathias (see box). Another moderate, Manhattan Lawyer Rita Hauser, former U.S. representative to the United Nations Commission on Human Rights, complains: "We are viewed by the right wing as if we were lepers. I have nothing against conservatives, but they are not willing...
...area started to bleed at the nose and mouth, then die. Farmyard chickens dropped dead, wild birds fell from trees, mice and rats crawled out of their holes and died. One farmer saw his cat keel over, and when he went to pick up the body, the tail fell off. When authorities dug the cat up for examination two days later, said the farmer, all that was left was its skull...
...become accustomed to taking food from humans) until shortly after they make their first kill. Then, to learn more about the falcons' habits after they begin hunting on their own, Hays and Howard will track them by means of tiny radio transmitters attached to the birds' tail feathers...
...last October I walked out over a patch of prairie with my father, who was 80 years old. It was undulating land between the great rivers Mississippi and Missouri. We looked for an old friend of his-a red-tailed hawk with one of his tail feathers missing. He had perched for years as a sentinel on a tree on a far hill, crying his protest to intruders who entered his domain. Gone, mused my father, who had once carried me on his shoulders through these fields (now he needed my hand). Another friend swallowed by time, my father said...