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...Orval Faubus was changing. No longer a matchstick chewer. no longer in pants that ended north of his socks, he became a well-dressed fellow, took to dark suits with a white handkerchief sticking out of the breast pocket. He still spouted cliches ("A stitch in time . . ."; "An ounce of prevention . . .") and he still called the militia the me-lish-ee. but he talked big about running for a third term (which no Arkansas governor has had since 1905) and even acted as if he would like to move into bigger political hills. Said one observer of Orval Faubus...
About your breast-beating article on the Negro and the vote: the right to vote, like the ability to procreate, is too widespread now for the good of the country. There are already too many ignorant, misguided, impressionable, crackpot voters, as witness the representatives we choose to make our laws. One thing to our credit, however: we voters aren't to blame for foisting Chief Justice Warren on the country...
Ducks & Beeps. At length when 43-year-old Johnny Dio took the stand, he was a vision from an old George Raft movie-plaid summer suit, white shirt, dark, grey-flecked hair. He gave himself a final reassuring pat of his breast handkerchief when one woman cooed, "He's beautiful." Predictably, Dio had nothing to say in reply to 140 questions from the committee-except 140 Fifth Amendment refusals, read in a low voice from a typed statement...
...announced promptly: "I am going to marry that woman." In 1935, after ten years' intimate friendship with Colette, he did. Close to Colette has little to say about Colette's tempestuous youth, when she wrote her notorious Claudine books and danced with bared breast in a Paris revue. It is simply the story of her and Goudeket's 29 years together-a restrained, respectful appraisal of the woman who wrote more intimately and sensuously of men and women than any other writer...
...homemade armor, suddenly appeared in the rear of the police lines. A contemporary newspaper account describes the scene: "Nine police joined in the conflict and fired point-blank at Kelly. It was apparent that many of the shots hit him, yet he always recovered himself, and tapping his breast, laughed derisively at his opponents as he coolly returned the fire." After half an hour of this strange battle, a police bullet found Kelly's unprotected legs and felled him, the only member of the gang to emerge alive...