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Although all this sounded unhappily like the beginning of 1949's "Revolt of the Admirals" (TIME, Oct. 17, 1949 et seq.), no revolt of the generals seemed brewing. One reason: at the top of any U.S. military argument stands a man with a considerable reputation on the subject, Old Soldier Dwight Eisenhower. Another reason: blunt old Defense Secretary Charles Wilson, who greeted the battle of the press leaks with the promise of a personal investigation, and rasped: "They don't have to practice psychological warfare on each other...
...roomful of reporters and photographers burst into applause at a Manhattan hospital last week as syndicated Labor Columnist Victor Riesel entered. It was 41-year-old Riesel's first press conference since he was blinded six weeks earlier by an unknown acid thrower (TIME, April 16 et seq.). The little (5 ft. 4 in.) New York Daily Mirror columnist had lost 30 Ibs. Two neat white surgical pads shielded his eyes. But Riesel was cheerfully game and bristling with determination to renew his long fight against labor racketeers, whom he charges with the acid attack...
Final Yard concert by Glee Club this evening. Et tenet nostras numerosus Apollo aures...
...entered a 334-line poem in an open contest of the French Academy, took ninth place. At 16 he won the Academy of Toulouse's first prize, the Golden Lily. At 20 he published his first book of poems, Odes et Poesies Diverses, received a royal pension, and married his childhood sweetheart, Adele Foucher. By then he was one of the most mixed characters that ever walked the earth-a tempestuous rebel, a lover of kings, a bourgeois who could account for every sou he spent, a fanatical moralist, an insatiable sensualist. He came virgin to his marriage...
...instrument of anger. British-born Novelist Geoffrey Wagner belongs to the blunt-instrument school. His mallet of malice falls on psychiatry and especially psychoanalysis, its high priests, practices and pretensions. With scarcely a smidgen of saving humor, but with much righteous wrath, The Dispossessed argues that Freud, Jung, Adler, et al. are bloodletters of the psyche whose theories will eventually seem just as barbaric and outmoded as actual bloodletting does today...