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...story: "One night the general returned from a staff meeting to divisional headquarters with a strategic problem. He called me in with two other officers about dinnertime, asked our views on the problem, then told us to go back and put our ideas on paper. That took us till 3 in the morning. He read all the papers, said, 'Excellent, excellent,' then talked for 30 minutes tearing them to bits. Then he divided the problem into three parts, gave us each one part, and asked us to go back and write another memorandum. When we turned that...
...remember when we wor turned out of our colliery 'ouse-nowhere ter go because the coal owners owned all the 'ouses. We slept where we could, till me dad got work again. But me mother died-she couldna stand it no longer. And when I wor 13,1 started in the pits pushing tubs...
...first, the War Memorial board stood firm. "O.K.," cried Trustee Richard Newhall, "so I'm one of the heels of San Francisco . . .!" Later, he announced, "I never heard of this Madame Flagstaff till this came up." His opponents howled at his howler. Acting Mayor George Christopher raised his voice: "I don't give a damn about Flagstad. But I don't want the opera to die. I'd sing her roles myself first. Our culture is at stake." He calle'd on the War Memorial board to relent. The American Legion's national headquarters...
Early evening crowds thronged the neon-lighted sidewalks of the Spui (The Hague's Broadway). Many of them were moviegoers, eagerly getting down from busily clanging streetcars to see Song of My Heart, Fallen Idol, or Till the Clouds Roll By. A few, however, drifted unobtrusively towards a second-floor meeting room of the bleak Café de Kroon. They were searching for peace of soul and were willing to see if two bearded, 32-year-old Moslem missionaries could show them...
...Wait Till Next Time. The President was up at 6, and hungry as a mountain lion by the time the paunchy veterans of old "Dizzy D" Battery whooped into a Marion Hotel dining room for their annual breakfast-home-grown peaches in thick cream, hickory-smoked country ham with "redeye" gravy, hominy grits, bacon & eggs and hot biscuits. As usual, it was a time for loud laughing and hearty reminiscences of some of the boys who were gone. Captain Harry did some reminiscing himself: Remember poor old Sandifer? He came through many a prizefight on cigarettes and a bottle...