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...letter was similar to that written on Dec. 17, 1941 by President Franklin D. Roosevelt ("To the President of the U.S. in 1956"). F.D.R.'s letter asked consideration of a West Point appointment for the infant son of Air Corps Captain Colin P. Kelly, Jr., who was shot down early in the war over the Philippines after a bombing attack on a Japanese warship. Said the White House last week: Colin P. Kelly III, 18, a student at Dickinson College, Carlisle, Pa., has not yet decided whether he will take an appointment, although President Eisenhower is ready to follow...
Marie O'Hara is pretty, and Colin, her escort, is falling-down drunk, so it is only natural for the nightclub pianist who is the nameless narrator-hero of this novel to offer help. Even as the trio sways "like a chorus line" through the nighttime streets of North London, the pianist feels drawn to the girl beyond the call of gentlemanly duty. When Marie invites him upstairs for a meal a few days later, his mind fairly boils with mingled hopes and doubts. For though "there was once a time, a golden age, when such an invitation could...
...simultaneously to 1) eat his omelette, 2) ignore Marie's sweater, 3) forget the socks 4) make conversation. And then, abruptly, incomprehensibly, they are clasped together on the couch. But the unsleeping, worrying mind refuses to leave well alone. "Whose socks are those?" he asks. "Actually," Marie answers, "Colin...
Thereafter Colin is less the third member of a triangle than one of humanity's eternal albatrosses. Broke, drunk, homeless, he is "a kind of unconscious missionary" who, by sponging on the lovers mercilessly, gives his victims a chance to show their better nature. When the pianist finally proposes to Marie in a railroad dining car, Colin is still there-up front with the detective who is arresting him for petty thievery. But it seems unlikely that either wedding bells or prison cells will succeed in keeping those socks off Marie's clothesline...
...this sociological theme, British Novelist Colin MacInnes has fashioned a book that for most of its length is as jaunty and bitterly Jumble-joking as the Spades themselves. Johnny MacDonald Fortune, 18, is the lad in from Lagos, Nigeria, wearing a white and crimson sweater, a nylon shirt with gold safety pins on each collar point, and a sky-blue gabardine jacket. The first thing he does in London, for the sky-blue hell of it, is to clamber up a down escalator. And in a sense that is what he does in rundown London for the rest...