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...Good." As the wounded were brought in from portside and starboard gangways Dr. Beck examined them briefly and said, "Medical One," "Medical Two," "Orthopedic." It was almost mechanical. One marine had been shot through the throat. A few minutes after he had been assigned to a ward another doctor came back and reported to Dr. Beck, "He got it through the larynx and he is spitting some blood, but there is no paralysis. He can even talk. God is good...
...necessity of using words to describe action. Says he: "The whole thing doesn't come through a radio. If you turn the radio on full blast in a live-walled room, something of the sound is there. But try as I will, you can never get it. Your throat becomes a bottleneck and the words jell in your mouth." Even so, his warcasting is the best to date...
...wanted you to stay as Governor, but now we have a bigger job for you." Delegate Ruth Buchanan, a Glendale housewife, spoke of his "duty to the nation." The words became more heated. There were mutterings that Warren was being a traitor to his Party, and cutting his political throat as well. A freshman delegate, burly, forthright Movie Producer David O. Selznick (Gone with the Wind, Rebecca, Since You Went Away), stopped such talk. Said he: "Who are we to question our . . . Governor's decision? He's just as patriotic as any man in this room...
...less trouble than most mothers. Tom was a boy who did household chores because he knew it was his duty; cheerfully practiced his two hours on the piano every Saturday even though the kids outside were yelling for him to play ball; marched off to school with a sore throat because he did not want to mar his spotless attendance record. Said Mrs. Dewey: "I never thought about him being President. I just hoped he would be a good...
...feet three, black-helmeted, wearing the Iron Cross at his throat, Schlieben was a beaten man. His flabby, worried face was a tired grey; his grey-green greatcoat was mud-splotched and a mass of wrinkles. The starch had gone out of both the man and his clothes...