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Reporters were thrown back on guesses, suspicions and plain washroom rumors. They cruised around picking up hitchhiking G.I.s ("the floating interview") or collaring construction workers in bars. Some crawled to the conclusion that the first blast was a fizzle, because of the facial expressions of scientists returning to Las Vegas' El Cortez Hotel. The few and scanty press releases given out by public-relations officers were virtually useless. One picture showed G.I.s in the area unloading cans of fruit cocktail...
...Washroom proximity, beauty, and financial veracity are all currently being tossed about in one of the bitterest faculty squabbles in years. Keyes D. Metcalf, head librarian, wants to merge the upstairs Widener public catalogue (Widener, Lamont, Houghton, and Deposit books listed by author, title, and subject) with the downstairs Union catalogue (90 percent of all University books listed by author only). He also wants the charge desk moved downstairs...
Plans for financing the renovation, estimated at several thousand dollars, are still subject to final approval, but the University will probably fix up the outside of the structure, supply a washroom, and enlarge the cellar...
Discreetly, Republicans and Southern Democrats gave him breathers by posing long questions. Three times Wherry wangled short recesses on the pretext that he could get an agreement from Cain. Each time, Cain made a beeline for the washroom, returning to his desk relieved and refreshed. But he flatly refused to compromise. By suppertime, each side had reduced itself to a corporal's guard, left behind in case of a break. The rest slipped off to dinner parties or catnapped on cots in the cloakrooms. Some fortified their spirits with quick nips of bourbon...
...talking about was his Mirror colleague, Nightclub Columnist Lee Mortimer, 45, whose previous publicized licking was administered by weedy Crooner Frank Sinatra at Hollywood's Ciro's nightclub. This time Welterweight (138 Ibs.) Mortimer was beaten by an unidentified thug at 1:45 a.m. in the washroom of New Jersey's Riviera nightclub, while another thug stood by. When Mortimer came to, with two black eyes and a swollen jaw, he asked: "Who hit me?" But later, he told the Mirror that it must have been a gangland beating in retaliation for Mortimer's occasional stories...