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...Winthrop, 56, from Chili, N.Y., who works for the state's Department of Transportation, says he agrees with Beck's and O'Reilly's concerns over too-big government. "'We the people' - that's the Constitution, not 'we the government,'" he says. "We're the ones who run the country." Martin Michaels, 53, a former electrician, attended with his wife of 28 years, Sarah, who gushed, "Oh gosh, yes," saying she was a huge fan of both Beck and O'Reilly. "They're honest and they're real, and they report everything. They don't leave things out." Her husband...
Half an hour late, Emo flapped and blinked onto the Hasty Pudding Theatricals' stage, awkward and gangly, wearing too-big checked pants, belt cinched somewhere around where his pectorals should be. Enthusiastic whines of "Eeeemoooo, "Eeeemoooo" rose from the audience...
...daddy by the fact that he is not a big spender. He keeps a careful dollars-and-cents account of his own appropriations record to show the folks at home, and casts a watchful eye on the legislative expense accounts of other liberals, lest he be typed as a too-big spender. He also worries about job security (says Brademas: "It's a matter of survival. We want to stay around. We aren't here just for an experiment"). Some bubbles in the Democratic ferment...
...love for cornfield journalism, gruesome and otherwise, kept mild Bee Behymer from ever graduating from the Post-Dispatch, while generations of St. Louis newspapermen he knew (Westbrook Pegler, Theodore Dreiser, Silas Bent, Herbert Bayard Swope, et al.) came & went. A little (125 Ibs.) man with unruly grey hair, a too-big nose and a small mustache, he is proud that he never had to take a drink or buy one to get a story. As a solid senior citizen of Lebanon, Ill., he sings a raspy bass in the Methodist choir, is a trustee of small McKendree College, writes editorials...
Molotov was a man Stalin could safely bring into world prominence without endangering his own prestige. (Andrei Alexandrovich Zhdanov, No. 2 man in Russia, is scarcely heard of abroad.) Molotov is short, has a too-big head, and stammers. He looks like an unsuccessful Theodore Roosevelt. He drives himself as he drives his subordinates, holds conferences all day long, usually eats dinner at his desk. Even when he goes to a formal dinner he never wears a black tie (Litvinoff wore a white tie), and his only sartorial concession to his new job was to replace his cloth cap with...