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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Arlington Cemetery. It was raw and windy. As the motorcade entered the cemetery, the 21-gun presidential salute from three 755 boomed out over the Virginia hills. After a minute of silent prayer, each of the three men laid a wreath of chrysanthemums on the marble sarcophagus of the Unknown Soldier. Taps sounded, and the roll of muffled drums. There were no speeches...
...today a ruined Europe. If tomorrow you hear of suffering, disease, starvation and death on a large scale unknown before in times of peace, remember that that was in the first place the curse of Hitler and in the second place the dreadful responsibility of the German people who allowed such a monster to become their master...
...Chinese with angina or thrombosis is almost unknown." So said Boston's Dr. Samuel Albert Levine, who knows as much as anyone about the heart and its ills. "Is it their diet, as I suppose? Then we should adopt it. Is it their racial heritage or their philosophical view of life, compared to our excitability?" Dr. Levine merely raised the questions, and did not stay for an answer...
...UNQUIET GRAVE - "Palinurus" (Cyril Connolly]-Harper ($2.50). Cyril Connolly is a British writer of a type almost unknown in the U.S.: an essayist (Enemies of Promise), critic and editor whose influence is as great as his output is small. During the past six years, his bright literary monthly, Horizon, has become must reading for British intellectuals. In The Unquiet Grave, Critic Connolly lets his sizable group of followers down. He serves up a bitter salad of clever preciosity and engaging self-pity: a collection of notes about love, art and religion jotted down while he was on fire-watching duty...
Tone of a Sigh. Like most script writers, Author Morse is virtually unknown to the mass of radio listeners. Morse might pass for a professor. Spectacles cover his squinty eyes; he walks with a stoop. He is a painfully shy man who habitually secretes himself in out-of-the-way corners in restaurants. He writes-in a dingy little Hollywood cubicle-in rigid seclusion. By 6:30 in the morning Morse is locked in his office, crouched over his typewriter, and hoping for an idea...