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...gets it, but nobody can explain it. A mild-voiced, crewcut, anonymous sort of a man, he says: "The trouble with me is, people don't remember who I am. I guess I don't make a good impression. When I go to a party, nobody says hello; but when I leave, everybody says goodbye...
...unseat Democratic Congressman Byron Rogers. "Ladies," said Mamie, "I hope you'll all vote for her. We women have to have a voice in things." The home movie cameras ground away, and people with Brownies worked furiously while Mamie met a dachshund pup named Ike, told him: "Why hello, Ike, I'll tell Ike I saw you today." She shook more hands and gave more autographs in a big, scrawling hand. When she climbed into her limousine, she was still clutching her doughnut. A thoroughly captivated crowd watched her wave it as the car pulled away...
...damned if I feel obliged to defend myself," he burst out in a cultured and fervent half-whisper, "but I am sick to death of being thought of as a blue-jeaned slobbermouth and I am sick to death of having people come up and say hello and then just stand there expecting you to throw a raccoon at them. I have always hated the fact that I have been obliged to conform. I agree that no man is an island, but I also feel that conformity breeds mediocrity. I think this country needs, in addition to a good five...
...Churchill's car rolled up to the White House,President Eisenhower jogged down the five steps and said, "Hello, Winston." Sir Winston, with his eyes fixed downward on each of the marble stairs, began the ascent to the front door. When an outstretched hand came between the steps and his eyes, he looked up long enough to identify its owner as Mamie Eisenhower, and clasped it cordially. Photographs recorded what seemed...
More meaty is the 40-minute Hello Out There, adapted from William Saroyan's play and composed by a newcomer, Jack Beeson, 32, a student of the late Bela Bartok. Trapped in a Texas county jail sits an easygoing gambler falsely charged with rape, and in danger of being lynched. Before he meets his end, he talks of love and freedom to the jail's cleaning girl and of bitterer truths to the hotheaded husband of the woman he supposedly wronged. The music too often slips out of focus, but at its best contains some genuinely affecting melody...