Word: yes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Quite a Few. According to the rules laid down by the committee, neither of the duelists was to have the chance to cross-examine the other. But when Brewster was finished and Senator Ferguson asked Hughes if he had any questions, the flyer snapped: "Yes-200 to 500 of them." If the committee had not sensed it before, here was conclusive evidence that unexpectedly pugnacious Howard Hughes believed firmly in the maxim that the best defense is a good offense. Senator Ferguson told him to put his questions in writing...
...Very Modest." After more wrangling, Senator Brewster agreed to answer the 40-odd written questions which Hughes had brought along. Certainly, he knew Juan Trippe ("a very able man") and Pan Am's Vice President Sam Pryor ("a very close and gratifying friendship"). Yes, he had accepted a couple of Pan Am airplane rides-once when he was traveling on Senate business about the airline bill, once when he went down to Sam Pryor's "very modest bungalow-type house" at Florida's Kobe Sound, "in Senator Pepper's area." (Snorted Democrat Pepper, a committee member...
...last two years, Mrs. Brewster and I have occupied for one week at Thanksgiving time this small place of five rooms. The Pryors were not there. I paid the cook $5 a day . . . bought groceries and the turkey. I left the place pretty well stocked up with canned goods." Yes, the Senator had accepted other Pan Am hospitality. He had had three breakfasts at the house on Washington's F Street which Pan Am maintains as its executives' headquarters. That house, said the Senator, is also "very modest," in contrast to T.W.A.'s "palace" in Arlington...
...Watts, and Hayes found the box in the chief clerk's office. Middleton returned to the car to report: "There's a tin box covered with filing cases. Have we to evacuate the surrounding buildings?" Replied the control operator: "Evacuate. Do you want bomb disposal?" Answered Middleton: "Yes...
Strenuous Rest. At the fashionable Waldhaus in Sils, Switzerland, Conductor Klemperer was not very communicative about his wrestlings with the Einem score. He showed up in the hotel lobby in bright green corduroy shorts, white sleeveless shirt, his thin white legs encased in striped silk socks. Yes, he felt he needed a rest, he said. It was a strenuous rest: he was playing tennis, going for long walks, working on two compositions of his own, sitting up late alone evenings over a benedictine with mineral water in the hotel bar. Did he like Einem's opera? Klemperer was guarded...