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...partner in the notorious Loeb-Leopold "thrill murder" of Bobby Franks in 1924, got word that his brother Foreman, who died this month, had cut him out of his will. Foreman, who with his family changed his last name to Lebold, left a $400,000 estate to his widow...
After some 15 months in the doldrums, Harry White swung back into action, and his years of greatest influence were the early 19405. He kept on drawing plans until the day he left public service. A search through his papers at Princeton University (they were donated by his widow) last week showed that he had proposed 1) that the U.S. give Russia a $10 billion postwar credit, and 2) that the U.S. conserve its raw-material resources for the next two generations and import from Russia to meet domestic needs. This combination of plans, of course, would have been...
...tiny (pop. 100) community of Blue Hole, tucked away in the Clay County mountains of Kentucky, everyone knows Widow Sarah Collett, and everyone calls her "Aunt." She is a kindly, grey-haired woman of 75 who has so many kinfolks in town that she can claim to be the grandmother, great-aunt, or at least a cousin of every boy and girl in the local one-room school. It was only natural that, with all her relatives, Aunt Sarah should be worried about the school...
...menage a trois-the husband, the wife, and the husband's mother. The wife, in this case, is a giddy, shallow Texas shrew who browbeats her mother-in-law while exploiting her; the husband is too frightened to interfere; and the mother-in-law is a gentle, unhappy widow who likes Houston hardly better than her home life, and yearns for the small town of Bountiful where she lived long ago. In time she runs away to it, and is briefly happy among its ghosts before being forced back to the city...
...amateur strides on, gadget bag bumping against his body, camera on his wrist, portable sunshine at his elbow, the little darkroom widow waiting at home. He lies on his belly in the snow of the Rockies, prowls the Fulton Fish Market at dawn, gets drenched in an inland lake, and hangs from ladders, chasing-with a hunter's relentless zeal-the fleeting moment, to trap it on the silver-coated strip of paper...