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...home now and I hear people saying, 'Everyone there is a V.C.' Are these people right? Maybe so. I hear people screaming, 'Stop the war.' Are they right? Maybe so." Today Calley even wonders whether the Vietnamese farmer who wants only to till his land would really suffer under Communism. "It probably wouldn't hurt him a damned bit-compared to a war, Communism could be a godsend...
...religion from her zealous Ma. At 17, she married a young Holy Roller who hustled her off to China as a missionary and quickly died there. A few months later, Aimee turned up in the U.S. with a weeks-old daughter in tow. She floundered around the Pentecostal circuit till a grocery clerk named McPherson proposed. After a fairly short spell of McPherson, she fell deathly ill and suffered a vision in which the Lord summoned her from the dishpan to the pulpit. So she dumped her daughter and small son on the farm in Ontario and ran away...
...victory gesture, but mostly they were strangely silent. Across the street, pickets patrolled Chevrolet's gear and axle plant, carrying signs that proclaimed: UAW ON STRIKE FOR JUSTICE, or INCREASED PENSIONS or, simply, EQUITY. Said one of the pickets, Robert Jackson: "They told us the strike would last till next year. We're going to see Christmas on these picket lines, but we're fighting for a purpose...
...glow first became visible last October when William Steinberg, music director of the Boston Symphony, fell ill midway through a visiting concert, also at Philharmonic Hall. Thomas, the orchestra's new assistant conductor and Steinberg's understudy, took over after intermission and handled Strauss's familiar Till Eulenspiegel and Robert Starer's new Concerto for Violin, Cello and Orchestra with ease, poise and cool. Said the New York Times next day: "Mr. Thomas knows his business, and we shall be hearing from him again...
...While others want pensions and vacations, she never stops working. "Reactors are roaring, rockets are flying and radar surrounds us," goes the song, "but Auntie Nyusha just keeps on sweeping, just keeps on dusting, just keeps on cleaning up-after high-ranking ministers, after plain workers-from morning till night...