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...purge his home-town Congressman, Roger Slaughter. As co-chairman of last year's Jefferson-Jackson Day dinners, she raised $250,000, kept at it doughtily during the campaign. Declared Louis Johnson, chairman of the Democratic Finance Committee: "When our crowd got discouraged, Perle Mesta would raise hell. She called us men of little faith. She was a tonic for us -our little pepper-upper...
...Hell with Angells. He was a chipper, bouncy little man, more distinguished than handsome ("Apparently Yale doesn't choose its presidents for pulchritude," he said). Though he was famed for his wit and brilliance, few Yale undergraduates could have claimed to know him well. In his Woodbridge Hall office ("The only hell with Angells in it," students called it), the president had had little time for student callers. He seldom entertained, and in all those 16 years he never acquired a nickname...
...York City may be sound to the core, but it is rotten around the edges. From Red Hook to Hell's Kitchen in the muttering jungle of New York's 771-mile waterfront, bollard-necked hoodlums have long kept things regular with gun, knife, cargo hook and dornick. They have prospered so well and without challenge that they have been forced to kill only about 20 men in ten years in & around the docks. Now & then one of the hoodlums went to the chair for it, but business was fine otherwise. According to the best estimates, they stole...
Last week, with the two-man and four-man bobsled championships of the world to be decided, the tourists were kept on the sidelines. Hell-for-leathers from three nations-France, Switzerland and the U.S. -used oil and emery-paper to make their sleds even slicker and faster. One of the bobbers was 235-lb. Bill Casey, brakeman for one of the U.S. four-man entries. While the two-man championships were being run, Casey lined up with the spectators at perilous Shady Corner, a hairpin curve that has to be taken just right...
...Father knew everybody in town-the harness maker, the policeman, the garbage collector ... A walk up Main Street used to be an ordeal. Father said, 'Now come on, Dean, we're going down to the post office.' Well, I knew that was a morning shot to hell...