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Sound & Straight. The point that impressed me at the wedding was the tremendous virtue and integrity personified by Queen Mary. She walks slowly with the slightly bent posture of an old lady (she is 79), and yet she seems to be as sound as a rock and full of quiet dignity. Like any charming oldster, Queen Mary has developed some pleasing eccentricities. For instance, she always rides in the forward jump-seat of her Daimler, coupling an old-fashioned inclination to see where she is going with an equally old-fashioned desire to sit up straight. And her unswerving devotion...
...evening he went off to the kind of party he likes best. In the informal, off-the-record atmosphere of the Hard-rock Club,* gregarious Harry Truman could let down his hair, stow away a man-sized meal of steak, asparagus, salad and scalloped potatoes, play poker until midnight. The big (but not very big) loser: Harry Truman...
...sound worth going after. He writes of lonely, bone-chilling nights, of the joys of casting, and of trout for breakfast. Up above California's timber line there is just enough brush to shade the water and yet not enough to tangle a backcast. Some of the rock-bound lakes have names like Evolution, some have no names, some have no fish. But mostly they are chockfull of golden trout dying of old age for lack of fishermen...
Race against Time. Into the project, which rivaled the building of the Pyramids, went Chinese rock and Chinese earth, Mississippi flood mats and Douglas fir pilings from the forests of the Pacific Northwest; into it also went UNRRA money and UNRRA grain. But the most important contribution was Chinese hands -200,000 of them-working night...
...about . . . that's Christmas come, that's the Kingdom on Earth as it is in Heaven, that's the song and the dance, the old river laughing, the ocean all happy, the wind full of kisses, the sky open arms, the tree jumping for joy, the rock all humming, the night gone whispering, the day come strolling...