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Term question that seethed in many press minds, May looked up quizzically at the wall's blank spaces, wondered aloud if the pictures had been sent to Hyde Park...
...shall . . . [enjoy] the ecstasy of the starry stillness of an Arizona desert night or viewing the scarlet glory of her blossoming cactus," cried oratorical Henry Fountain Ashurst at the finish of his Senatorial career two years ago. For 29 years in Washington the sesquipedalian Senator had dreamed aloud about the home state he so rarely saw. Last week the Arizona Tax Commission had a demand from him for a $72 refund. A year ago, he pointed out, he had established residence in the District of Columbia...
...messenger tendered the letter. Stalin opened it, gave it to an interpreter to read aloud, listened impassively. The letter read, he turned, smiling, to the American: "I will take the points raised under advisement," he said, "and see you in a day or two." Then, with traditional Russian courtesy, he inquired about his visitor's health (ailing Joe Davies had brought to Russia a supply of dehydrated food and an intestinal specialist). The informal chat touched on Joe Davies' stop-off at Stalingrad to lay a wreath on the unknown Russian soldiers' grave. Remarked Stalin quickly...
...with us ... you possess the necessary requisite of a sense of humor without which one is person non grata ... (what the heck does that mean anyhow?) ... Combination question and suggestion ... isn't there something we could offer to do to help out over to Chelsea, such as reading aloud to some of the lads of a Sunday or something similar? After all they're Navy men and shipmates for whom are should be willing to to little things like that. Maybe the W. and R. Officer could find out about it. Congrats to Jay Gates on the successful campaign...
...What the hell!" Vag said aloud, getting up from his desk. Then everything was quiet again, and he seemed to hear the hum of the clock repeating "What the hell!" over and over again. His eyes passed over the open book and onto a little yellow card beside it. He sat down again and picked up the card. Its bright color interested his eyes more than the dull white pages of the book. Its bold black letters meant more to him than all the print of the wordy volume that lay before him. "Notice of Classification" it said...