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...columns, Washington Merry-Go-Rounder Pearson rehashed some old stories about McKellar's choleric temper and his insatiable hunger for patronage. That afternoon the bulb-nosed Senator took advantage of a large audience, proceeded to bellow for over an hour what he chose to title "Personal Statement about a Lying Human Skunk." Excerpts: "Pearson is just an ignorant liar, a pusillanimous liar, a peewee liar, even if he is a paid liar. . . . When a man is a natural-born liar, a liar during his manhood and all the time, a congenital liar, a liar by profession, a liar...
...puffing Senator had admitted that three of his immediate family are on the Federal payroll, that he is still sponsoring an amendment which would give Senate spoilsmen control of all Federal jobs paying more than $4,500 a year, and proved that he has a terrible temper. He had specifically denied only one Pearson charge: "I never pulled a knife on any Senator...
...damn good thing for people to think it is." When Justice McReynolds snapped a question at a green young lawyer, Holmes woke with a start, barked: "I wouldn't answer that question if I were you," fell back into a doze. When he lost his temper because his secretary mislaid a book, Mrs. Holmes found the volume, stuck an American flag in it and a big sign: "I AM A VERY OLD MAN. I HAVE HAD MANY TROUBLES, MOST OF WHICH NEVER HAPPENED." When he read the sign, Holmes laughed till he cried...
Therefore, we must look to the other major party for such leadership. Yet now the Republicans of Wisconsin turn down the only man in their party who fully recognizes the character of this conflict and the temper of the people regarding it and has the courage to speak his mind on it, for a fence-straddling pussyfooter, of whom not only do they know not his position on the world structure, but also his position on major postwar national issues...
...distinguished visitor gave his first press conference last week in Manhattan, Americans saw an extraordinarily mild-eyed, 69-year-old prelate whose six-foot height was dissembled in an habitual stoop of age. His was not the constrained mildness of a prince of the church whose natural fierceness of temper has been beaten and battered into benignity. It was a natural gentleness refined by devotion, austerity and great human sympathy. And there was a sense of easy power about him, fitting as comfortably as his open prelatical coat and apron, his greavelike buttoned black gaiters. The Archbishop of York...