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Returning from one of these excursions recently, Adams came racing through the White House lobby just in time to keep an appointment with a visitor who was already waiting in the anteroom. Spotting the caller, Adams motioned toward his office with the crook of a finger and said: "In." Inside, Adams pointed and said: "Chair." The visitor sat down near the desk. Hat and coat still on, Adams opened several envelopes marked "Confidential." He pressed a buzzer and summoned an assistant staff secretary. Adams handed the aide a paper and ordered: "Send this to Gettysburg . . . Seems self-explanatory...
...wake of Khrushchev and Bulganin, another spectacular but distinctly different visitor made his triumphal way across India last week. He was moose-tall (6 ft. 6 in.) King Saud of Arabia, 53, ruler over Islam's holiest places and the world's richest oil lands. His party of 234, including nine royal princes and a dozen sheiks, was seven times as large as that which accompanied Bulganin and Khrushchev. When some of India's 40 million Moslems tried to garland the King's head with flowers, strapping bodyguards, slung with pistols, gold-hilted scimitars and jeweled...
...such cases, the families had been cross-questioned in advance by Communist officials. One family told a visitor: "When you go back, please say something good about the exhibition or don't say anything...
Noting the wiry little man whom everyone in town seemed to treat with such respect, the visitor to Albuquerque, N. Mex. (pop. 160,000) naturally wanted to know who he was. The person he asked was a six-year-old Negro first-grader who happened to have his own ideas about School Superintendent John Milne. "You don't know who Mr. Milne is?" said the boy in amazement. "Why, Mr. Milne is boss of the whole world!" To hundreds of Albuquerque teachers and students, John Milne has indeed been a rare sort of boss. In his 45 years...
...Hand me my dulcy-more," 62-year-old "Aunt" Ellen Fields will chirp to a visitor at her house near Viper. "This thang hain't much good any more. Ah put in a new fret-just took a pin and bit the head offen h'it-but h'it still don't play too good." When she plays, she puts the three-stringed instrument across her lap, then strums out the tune on the top string while the bottom two give off a thin, constant drone. For lonesome songs, she tunes the top string down...