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...scrambled heritage that goes with it. Established by Congress in 1800, the library could at first muster only 1,000 volumes, tucked away for congressional reference in a room of the old Capitol. Even this meager collection was virtually wiped out when the British put Washington to the torch during the War of 1812. Only ex-President Thomas Jefferson's offer of his 6,000 volumes in 1814 kept the idea of a national library from expiring; even so, successive Congresses were reluctant to increase the annual budget. By 1853, occupying its own rooms (now offices) in the Capitol...
Rhee began his speech on a note of gratitude. "You saved a helpless country from destruction," he said, "and in that moment the torch of true collective security burned brightly as it never had before. The aid you have given us . . . is an unpayable debt of gratitude." Then Rhee turned to more controversial matters...
...building interior first of all required proper lighting-26.250 watts' worth, twice the amount needed for the torch lights on the Statue of Liberty. Strock's lighting plans called for the erection of two towers, each one studded from top to bottom with sockets ten inches apart to hold the 375-watt bulbs. These towers, mounted on rubber casters, were to be moved slowly around the room to synchronize with the turning of the camera...
...Mamie at Camp David, his hideout in Maryland's Catoctin Mountain. He visited his nearby farm at Gettysburg. Pa., waded through waist-high wheat, then returned to Camp David for a session with bridge-playing friends. To the D-day anniversary ceremonies in Normandy he sent a copper torch and message, recalling Allied wartime unity (item: "My pleasant association with the outstanding soldier, Marshal Zhukov...
...cavernous and gloomy as a wharfside warehouse. The day's set, thrown up in a distant corner as if to dramatize the phoniness and gullibility of man, is bathed in a glare of blue-white light as blinding as that from an arc welder's torch. Half a hundred hairy union men tinker stolidly with furniture, electrical cables, fuse boxes and cranes, or peer down in boredom from steel bridgework overhead. Half a hundred tourists stand in the outer shadows, looking as if their shoes pinched. Everybody talks...