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Without a Hitch. Near Fort Belvoir, Va., an Army private, unable to thumb a ride to Washington, held out a pack of cigarets, got a ride in the first...
...northern Burma the Japanese were all but washed up. There was no continuous front-there could be none across the forbidding north-south ridges. But between the ridges, four Allied armies were probing southward like the fingers of a hand; another, like an opposed thumb, was flexing southwestward from China's Yunnan Province. The enemy was fighting only rearguard actions. Obviously he was falling back upon his supply bases in central Burma...
...week's end the Germans had completed a successful "disengagement." But the Allies, too, had done well. The Nijmegen salient, which had once stuck out toward Arnhem like a slender and sensitive thumb, was now a broad, strong fist, securing the whole left flank of the Allied line. The Berlin radio asserted that Montgomery was mounting a new attack against Arnhem, had already dropped "sabotage parachutists" north of the celebrated bridge. From Aachen to Arnhem, the Germans dug in deeper, and waited for the big blow...
...scientific philosopher (Man the Unknown), 1912 Nobel Prize winner for suturing blood vessels and transplanting living organs, collaborator with Charles Lindbergh on the "mechanical heart''; of prolonged heart trouble; in France. Son of a Lyons silk merchant, chunky, bald, beret-wearing Carrel could reputedly thrust his thumb & index finger inside a matchbox, tie a catgut knot impossible to undo with two hands. In nearest-complete secrecy, he experimented in his black-toned, dustless Manhattan laboratories, later on isolated St. Gildas Isle off France. A wit, connoisseur, inspired but abstemious gourmet and longtime agnostic, he received the last rites...
...tonight there were no cocktails. He smoked only two cigarets all evening -one before the speech, one after. Silently, engrossed, unsmiling, he passed rapidly through his crabmeat, turtle soup, breast of chicken, then pulled out his speech text and went to work. Pencil in hand, wetting his big thumb from time to time as he turned the pages, he read the speech over to himself, speaking softly, gesturing slightly. In the unflattering light of the little reading lamp, his weary face looked seamed and haggard. As he read he would jot down little interpolations, asides and personal stage directions. This...