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...Hampshire's Republican Governor Wesley Powell had plotted a bright future for himself: he would breeze to re-election this November, start barnstorming nationally for President next year, win the early-bird New Hampshire Republican presidential primary in 1964. stampede the G.O.P. national convention, and go on to unseat Jack Kennedv. All well and good-except that all these glittering plans went aglimmering last week. New Hampshire Republicans turned down Powell's bid for renomination by a vote...
Ranged against Doloris Bridges are New" Hampshire's two Congressmen, Perkins Bass and Chester Merrow, and Maurice Murphy Jr., who is serving out Styles's Senate term under appointment by Governor Wesley Powell. "Mo" Murphy, 34,' an amiable fellow, is also considered a "Bridges Republican," but he stands to the southpaw side of Doloris (he favors financial aid to the U.N., she is against it). He argues that the voters ought to keep him in Washington because he is so young and he already has a few months' Senate seniority. Merrow, after 20 years...
...Wesley S. Williams Jr. '63, of Quincy House and Washington, D.C., has been elected president of the Harvard Glee Club. Other officers include: David Rockefeller Jr. '63, of Eliot House and New York City, vice-president; and Jay H. J. Brown '63, of Leverett House and Millis...
...shoot for the brass ring?'' asked New Hampshire's Republican Governor Samuel Wesley Powell Jr. "Why not go for the presidency?'' So last week mused Wes Powell, 46, even as he recuperated in White Sulphur Springs, W. Va., from a mild heart attack suffered in March. The scoffers could scoff and the skeptics could skept, but Powell was in dead earnest about grabbing for the brass ring in 1964. He had already laid out a set of plans, based mainly on his record as a rip-roaring stump speaker, a perpetual-motion campaigner...
...book's only egregious fault is its beginning: there, the author salaams toward Oxford, Miss., as almost every new Southern writer has done for two decades. The first several pages describe the ride of the poor-white heroine, Rosacoke Mustian, as she bumps on the back of Wesley Beavers' motorcycle toward the funeral of a Negro friend. "Just with his body and from inside like a snake, leaning that black motorcycle side to side, cutting in and out of the slow line of cars to get there first, staring due-north through goggles toward Mount Moriah and switching...