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...both the police and the U.S. embassy for help. Through police response was sluggish, the embassy's was not. Ambassador Capus M. Waynick, a Presbyterian from North Carolina, dashed right over in person, stalked past the mob, told Riddell to go on with his service, and stayed himself till the last Amen...
...young actress are instantly and passionately drawn to each other. They spend an ecstatic 24 hours in a grubby Marseille hotel until, her past catching up with her, the girl flees and is killed. The lover has the chance to regain his Eurydice in life by shunning her face till dawn. He looks too soon, but has now the chance-which he embraces-of joining her in death...
...Johnson Lumber Corp., one of the biggest and most profitable in the Northwest, had a vexatious problem: too much cash on hand and more profits pouring in from its huge timber stands. If the $6,375,000 in cash and Government bonds in the company till was paid out in dividends to the Johnson family, which controlled the company, most would go for income taxes. The Johnsons talked their problem over with another lumberman, 48-year-old Owen Cheatham, president of the Georgia-Pacific Plywood Co. Cheatham had worries also...
...till year's end did the Pentagon finally draw up a priority list of weapons and component parts-the thousand & one supply items which had become another major bottleneck holding up the final assembly of weapons...
...hand in hand in literature, as they do in life. So, when one of his Four Men puts to the others the question, "What is the best thing in the world?", the Sailor answers: "Flying at full speed . . . and keeping up hammer and thud and gasp and bleeding till the knees fail and the head goes dizzy." But the Poet says: "[The best thing in the world] is a mixture [of] great wads of unexpected money, new landscapes, and the return of old loves." To which the third man, oM Grizzlebeard, retorts contemptu ously: "All you young men talk folly...