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First Intimation. Ike had rarely seemed healthier or happier. In white jacket and black tie, he arrived at the Sheraton-Park shortly after 7 p.m., grinned and handshook his way through a reception, sipping at a Scotch-on-the-rocks, then at part of another. His color was ruddy, perhaps higher than usual around the cheekbones. For dinner he skipped the thick soup on the regular menu, had instead a cup of clear consommé, which came more in line with his diet of 1,800 calories a day. He ate a small piece of filet mignon (without the himself...
During a meeting of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Air Force Chief of Staff Nathan Twining excused himself, strode back to his desk in Room 4E929 in the Pentagon. He smoothed his jacket, laid aside his inevitable cigar, nodded to an aide. At the signal a door swung open and a Russian officer resplendent in a white uniform walked in and introduced himself: Colonel Philip Bachinsky, the Soviet air attache in Washington. Bachinsky politely conveyed to Nate Twining the compliments of Marshal Vasily Sokolovsky, chief of staff of the Red army, and presented an invitation: Sokolovsky requested the pleasure...
...Belgrade last week TIME Correspondent James Bell found Djilas worried but smiling defiantly. Wearing a frayed suede jacket, Djilas said he was being virtually starved out of existence. He was asked what he thought the regime wanted of him. Said Djilas: "They want me to just admit that I was wrong and ask forgiveness." Would he do this? "No, I will not," replied Djilas, his Montenegrin eyes flashing...
...Walk on the Wild Side should carry a warning on the jacket: For Strong Stomachs Only. It is a picaresque story of the Depression, rich in shocking incident and rinsed in squalor that makes The Man with the Golden Arm seem like a novel of suburbia. Its hero is an illiterate, crafty boy of 16 whose talents are chiefly sexual, whose amorality would excite the envy of an alley cat. Yet he vaguely wants to better himself, and knows he can never do it in his Texas home town, where his father cleans cesspools and spouts drunken fundamentalism from...
...scugnizzi, however, were about as interested in talking to a priest as to a policeman. Young Father Borelli decided that he would have to go underground. He took off his cassock, donned a dirty cap, jacket and trousers, and slipped into the jungle of Naples at night. "I was afraid," he admits...