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Academic Giggles. At Oxford University Truman donned a scarlet, orange and grey gown, plumped a round velvet academic cap over his grey hair, stood before 1,200 in Christopher Wren's 17th century Sheldonian Theatre to receive his degree. Public Orator T. F. Higham, in stately Latin (Truman was furnished a pony in advance), praised the ex-President for the Berlin airlift, the North Atlantic Treaty, "the initiative he took in defending Korea." Higham drew academic giggles with a parody on the Aeneid that recalled Truman's 1948 upset victory over Dewey: "Heu vatum igname mentes! Quid vota...
Everything was kosher at the Archbishop of Canterbury's Lambeth Palace garden party in London last week. Men came in grey toppers and morning coats, and women in summery prints. As they chatted on the velvet lawn, two experts made sure that the twelve gallons of fruit juice, 3,000 sandwiches, 2,500 pastries and 30 pounds of cake conformed with Jewish dietary laws...
...fulfill his ceremonial and battle functions. His armorers replaced the earlier painted decorations by designs etched with acid, a technique used on armor long before it became an artist's medium. On his jousting armor, they added elaborate horned devices and feathered plumes, cushioning his stallion with heavy velvet "peytrels," i.e., chest protectors, and bedecking his lances with ribbons...
...Hitchcock chase sequence as Jimmy and Doris charge off to London to track down the kidnapers: there is a melee in a taxidermist's shop, an encounter with the villains in a Non conformist chapel, a hand-to-hand struggle with the gun-wielding assassin in a velvet-curtained box at Albert Hall, a final showdown in the gilt-and-mirror splendor of a foreign embassy. Hitchcock alternates his chills with comedy, as when Jimmy is bitten by a stuffed tiger, and gets deft performances from both Stewart and Doris Day. But the pace grows laggard toward...
While the rest of the tourists enjoyed the elegance and peeked around hopefully for a glimpse of the tenants, Mrs. Hilda Marie Marks leaned over a velvet guide rope in the chandeliered Red Room, dropped the newspaper on a chair and tossed a lighted box of matches on it. Moments later a guard saw the flame crackle up and snuffed it: there was no damage, no fire alarm, no report to the President at work in his office a hundred yards away. There was also, when the guard had the fire out and looked around to see who caused...