Word: virginia
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Ever since the Democratic Convention in Chicago, Virginia's Senator Harry Byrd has been picking apples and refusing any public commitment either to Stevenson or Eisenhower. Last week, in a radio address, he came out of his political orchard. Said he: "I will not, and cannot, in good conscience endorse the National Democratic platform or the Stevenson-Sparkman ticket." But he did not, in so many words, ask anyone to vote for Eisenhower...
...which he called the campaign's main issue-"usurpation of power by the Executive . . . trends to socialism ... inefficiency . . . profligate spending . . . fiscal irresponsibility . . . high and oppressive taxes . . ." He concluded: "I do not feel it incumbent upon me to urge the people to vote for any candidate." The people of Virginia, he was sure, would "act wisely in the public interest...
...strongly organized "Democrats for Eisenhower" in Virginia were elated, although it is doubtful whether Byrd will actively help their campaign. Earlier, Governor John Battle had come out for Stevenson and the regular Democratic ticket, and leaders of the Byrd organization are committed on both sides. Veep Alben Barkley furiously called Democratic defectors "like the woman who keeps her husband's name . . . but bestows her favors to the man across the street." As of this week, Stevenson still seemed to have slightly better than a 50-50 chance to carry Virginia...
...Honor for some cool-headed shooting and lifesaving on an Eighth Air Force bomber, was sentenced to ten days in jail for turning in a false report in a suicide hoax. Smith, it was claimed, was trying for some publicity to help boost his chances for becoming governor of Virginia. The hoax: as a young mother pretended to jump from the sixth floor of a Y.W.C.A. building, Snuffy bravely crawled out on the ledge and "persuaded" her to come back...
...Falls Church, one of Washington's sprawling Virginia suburbs, white-haired Sculptor Carl Milles stood beside his latest work, and told about a notion that came to him in Sweden more than 70 years ago. He was four and his mother had just died. He and his elder sister stood by a window at night looking at the stars. She explained what the stars were. No, he told her, she didn't understand: the lights in the sky were really holes in heaven. The glitter was caused by angels shining through, and out of one of those bright...