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...MacVicar, Norm Watkins, Chuck Hoolzer (last year's captain), and Bob Berke, a promising sophomore who captained last season's '51 outfit. Several other new arrivals from the ranks of the sophomore class include John Steinhardt in the 150-yd. backstroke, Rene Vielman in the 220-yd. breast-stroke, Pete Bierre in the 440-yd. freestyle, and Bob Tolf, also in the freestyle...
...breast-beating was mostly over; the incurably forward-looking editors had closed ranks and gripped hands on a determination not to commit such sinful errors again. As far as the A.P. was concerned, it had done its usual good job of reporting the state-by-state returns with speed and accuracy. But, like everybody else, it had been slow to realize that the vote was going to contradict the opinion polls. Said the New Orleans Times-Picayune's George W. Healy Jr.: "Even when Truman was leading, [A.P.] always put Dewey first, saying he was leading in ten states...
...sent a can't-we-be-friends telegram to President Truman: YOU ARE HEREBY INVITED TO A "CROW BANQUET" TO WHICH THIS NEWSPAPER PROPOSES TO INVITE NEWSPAPER EDITORIAL WRITERS, POLITICAL REPORTERS AND EDITORS, INCLUDING OUR OWN, ALONG WITH POLLSTERS, RADIO COMMENTATORS AND COLUMNISTS . . . MAIN COURSE WILL CONSIST OF BREAST OF TOUGH OLD CROW EN GLACE. (YOU WILL EAT TURKEY.) . . . DRESS FOR GUEST OF HONOR, WHITE TIE. FOR OTHERS -SACK CLOTH . . . (The President graciously declined, wired the Post that "we should all get together now and make a country in which everybody can eat turkey whenever he pleases...
...publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a sinner...
Welcome. In one tiny chalet there was a double bed for Alf and Mary, a double-decker for the kids, a washstand and a bureau with a bouquet of flowers, but Alf, his Butlineer's badge pinned proudly to his breast, had little time to admire it all. Three gongs sounded and from overhead came a lady's voice, soft and refined as marshmallow: "This is Radio Butlin. Welcome, campers, it is now 12:45. In 15 minutes lunch will be served...