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...about to perpetrate a stunning new kind of killing-that of character assassination? What about those who attempt to postulate what Mr. Kennedy might do as President, with his finger on the nuclear trigger, or faced with other momentous decisions? What rational individual can compare the victim of near-death by drowning and a cerebral concussion to a healthy Chief Executive at his desk? Surely all proponents of logic will balk at the outrage of this fallacious speculating...
...date changes; even the Indian looks the same. Yet through the decades there has been a perceptible alteration. The public, riding along in movie houses or taking the TV shortcut, has watched the celluloid Wayne pass through three stages of life. In the '30s, he was the outspoken, hair-trigger-tempered son who would straighten out if he didn't get shot first. By the late '40s, he had graduated to fatherhood: topkick Marine to a platoon of shavetails or trail boss to a bunch of saddle tramps. In True Grit his belt disappears into his abdomen, his opinions...
...Nairobi politicians. Mboya's task in the final months of his life was to find new candidates for the party and unseat its more corrupt elements; his mandate and his actions threatened some of KANU's old hands. Whether one of them asked Njoroge to pull the trigger or whether the assassin acted alone may well prove to be the crucial question of the trial...
...Children's Rate. As in the book, Rooster is "an old one-eyed jasper built along the lines of Grover Cleveland." Full of booze and passion for justice, he sees himself as a law and ardor candidate. His politics are symbolized by the itchy trigger finger, and his judicial philosophy is summed up in a tidy homily: "You can't serve papers on a rat." Grousing around a courthouse, he comes on Mattie (Kim Darby), a girl as flat and solid as an oak board. She talks Rooster into giving her his children's rate for catching...
...Pegler abused his abundant talents. His mastery of the incisive phrase and his flowing yet sardonic style made his opinions, however outrageous, a triumph of readability. At times he could be engagingly funny. He struggled over every phrase and constantly rewrote himself. He scoffed at the "deep-thinking, hair-trigger columnist or commentator who can settle great affairs with absolute finality three days or even six days a week." Yet Pegler recurrently passed devastating judgments on men-or women -with a damning epithet. Sometimes his stiletto was properly aimed. He won a Pulitzer Prize in 1941 for exposing the shakedown...