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...finds the rough-and-tumble of politics a noisy bore. Once, during a particularly tedious Cabinet session, he murmured something about having to leave "for urgent reasons," went to a side door of the Casa Rosada and hailed a taxi. He rode to a teashop, had a leisurely dish of ice cream, taxied back to the office, gravely rejoined the session. Junta meetings seem more natural to him. Aramburu greets his high military counselors casually: "Hello, Rojas. Afternoon, Admiral. General, how are you?" To them he remains "Senor Presidente." There is always some banter and small talk before the junta...
...Word Message. In his $300-a-month Fairfax Hotel suite, John McClellan awakens daily at 7, breakfasts on bacon and eggs, glances at the morning papers, and by 8 o'clock is on his way to the Senate Office Building in a taxi. (He has rarely driven since the time he started through a red light while his mind was preoccupied with work.) A mass of business is already waiting: more than 300 letters a day, many of them with valuable tips about the investigation; conferences with Committee Counsel Robert Kennedy, who keeps McClellan thoroughly briefed on latest developments...
Inheritance Tacks. In Tulsa. all buses of the Tulsa City Lines, which in a recent election lost its franchise to a new line, carried newly installed signs: "Why wait on a bus? Next time call a taxi...
Hellion in Paradise. Zoologist Gerald Durrell was ten years old in 1934 when his family settled on the Ionian resort island of Corfu for what proved to be a five-year stay. Fending off a swarm of taxi drivers, the Durrells met their own personal "Zorba the Greek" when a swarthy islander named Spiro shouted to the beleaguered family, "Hoy! Whys donts you have someones who can talks your own language?" Neither Spiro nor the local hotel guide could quite grasp certain Anglo-Saxon eccentricities ("But Madame, what for you want a bathroom? Have...
...Irish-American teamster in Local 682 in St. Louis. In Local 524 in Yakima, Wash., the teamsters did just that, stringing up an effigy of Beck and setting it afire with cigarette lighters. "Beck's been talking about us paying for his defense fund," growled a Seattle taxi driver. "We been hanging around the cab stands all day trying to figure out how to slip some dough to the prosecution." Said a truck driver in Portland, Ore.: "It's high time that somebody finds out what's happening to the $5.50 a month I shell...