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Kenneth D. Robertson, Jr. '29 was studying the program for the Law School Forum on "Communism and the Churches" when his two friends came into the New Lecture Hall. The shorter man was bald and wore heavy shellrimmed glasses. He had on a black topcoat with a black velvet collar. As he sat down he refreshed Robertson's acquaintance with the taller man, whom Robertson jokingly remembered...
...blades of grass. He's pretty good. As you walk out the door a girl frisks you with her eyes, to see if you're stealing any books. They've got to be careful; one guy last year started sewing pages of Gibbon's Decline and Fall in his topcoat lining, and he had sent the first volume to the bindery and was half way through volume two before they got him. Pretty soon you're through the line, and it's your turn to be X-rayed. Sometimes it takes a while...
...darkness of early morning in Washington, Britain's Ambassador Sir Oliver Franks pulled on a topcoat over his pink pajamas and, along with Lady Franks and their two daughters, hurried out to watch a $10,000 fire raze a tool shed on the embassy grounds. The fireside group was soon joined by a neighbor, New Zealand's Ambassador Leslie Knox Munro, who for the occasion wore striped pajamas and a loud Paisley bathrobe...
...elevator one morning last week as it went up to the 45th floor of Cincinnati's 48-story Carew Tower. The elevator operator noticed nothing about Jones except that he was the only Negro in the car, that he was hatless and wore a tan gabardine topcoat. Jones got off on 45, walked up the winding stairway to the observation tower atop the building. The tower door was locked, but he found a window just above the 47th floor and jimmied it open. He climbed out, stepped gingerly along a three-foot ledge to a parapet at the corner...
...sessions with Sears store managers at 5:45 a.m. sharp, and whirling through stores, speeches, conferences, until everyone else is ready to drop. His clothes are often rumpled, his shoes unshined, his collar open and his tie askew. He wears a battered hat atop his silvery head and a topcoat that looks as if it came off the pile at Sears-which it did. He munches, instead of smokes, cigarettes. Despite his breakneck pace, Wood is still pink-cheeked and healthy; his 180 lb., 5 ft. 9½-in. frame is tough as rawhide. His simple formula: "A good night...