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...other later encounters with the TIME group Khrushchev maintained the same jocularly tough mood. When the conversation at a reception turned to food, he indicated that he was wor ried about a common executive problem. "I weighed myself today," he confided, "and I weighed 96 kilos (212 Ibs.). But I used to weigh 97, so things are not so bad." Characteristically, he could not resist a little needling. "We want you to be fat," he said, "because that's unhealthy. We shall become thin, and that's good for us, anyway...
...usual, Kennedy was talking about Capitol Hill Republicans-and as usual, he was completely ignoring the fact that his own Democratic Party has huge majorities of 257 to 176 in the House and of 67 to 33 in the Senate. Indeed, Administration vote counters are wor ried that as many as 40 House Democrats may jump the party ship...
...thought of it before: put together a magazine by subscribing to a thousand or so foreign newspapers, clipping them studiously and reprinting the richest gleanings-carefully translated, buoyed by notes and comment. Now, with 18 issues of her monthly Atlas off the press. Publisher Eleanor Davidson Wor-ley's plan has proved to be as sound as it was evident. Atlas has already passed such sober sisters as the Nation (circ.25,103) and the New Republic (40,278) with 42,000 subscribers; in the process it has earned a firm reputation f or substantial, thoughtful monitoring of the world...
...About six years ago we discovered that kids were listening to radio and adults were being driven away," says WOR's 36-year-old General Manager Robert Leder. As advertisers have discovered, WOR's adult listeners have more money to spend than the kids who walk around with transistors clipped to their ears, listening to the local version of their rival rock-'n'-roll competitors...
...evening, WOR gets farther out. At 11:15 Jean Shepherd comes on, a brilliant and undisciplined night sprite. A sort of oral abstract expressionist, Shepherd begins to talk, gains speed, and skims along by free association. He remembers his Indiana boyhood with a command of imagery so precise that he can spin into the air everything from the smell of an old-fashioned icebox to the guilty excitement of an adolescent boy looking through a stack of Breezy Story Magazines down in a corner of the cellar. When he begins to run out of breath, jazz comes on softly behind...