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...Filho must have a right-and-center majority in Congress to carry out his middle-of-the-road reform program for the remaining 15 months of his term. At week's end, it appeared that-despite Getulio Vargas' emotional farewell ("To the wrath of my enemies I leave the legacy of my death")-the voters had given Café Filho what he needed...
Novelist John Steinbeck; whose earlier fondness for battered ground vehicles crept out in some of his books (e.g., The Grapes of Wrath, The Wayward Bus), disclosed that he is about to switch to a more advanced means of transportation. Stopping over on the French Riviera on his way to Italy, Steinbeck, minus his mustache "for a change," announced that he will write a play about flying saucers, because these strange craft "symbolize . . . the disquiet of the world today." Added he soberly: "From this idea, I let my heroes go in their attempt to escape the earth. They...
Furcolo incurred HLU wrath when he last December told the Americans for Democratic Action, of which the Liberal Union is an affiliate, to disband because they were no longer necessary...
...Executive Board of the HLU last night authorized Christopher Niebuhr '56 to "use his own discretion" at the meeting, after violent disagreement about local endorsement of the Springfield candidate. Niebuhr then stated that he will not back Furcolo, who has in the past year incurred ADA wrath. On the other hand, Niebuhr will not recommend endorsement of Leverett P. Saltonstall '14, incumbent Republican senator, for reelection either...
...Take the Sorrow." The President retired, but not to rest. Some time during the next three hours he penned a last note: "To the wrath of my enemies I leave the legacy of my death. I take the sorrow of not having been able to do for the humble all that I desired." Then, in the loneliness of defeat, he carried out his supreme decision. At the sound of the single shot, members of his family rushed into the unlocked room. On the bed lay Getulio Vargas, still holding a revolver in his stiffened hand while the patch of blood...