The Boy in the Bubble
October 19, 1992
On the road in 1992 with Dan Quayle.
The INS Mess
April 13, 1992
"No, no, I do not know what is the number of the form. It is the one for a person who has a family to bring to the country. Do you have that one? The one for relatives?... No. I tell you. I do not know the number of the form." It was early afternoon on a Wednesday in December, and the line at the United States Immigration and Naturalization Service's regional office in Northern Virginia was backed up to the door.
February 03, 1986
There was always a special patriotism to the speeches of Martin Luther King. No other American orator could bring audiences to their feet by reciting three full stanzas of "My Country, Tis of Thee." From there he often soared across the American landscape in perorations calling on freedom to ring "from the granite peaks of New Hampshire . . . from the mighty Alleghenies of Pennsylvania . . . from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado . . . from Lookout Mountain in Tennessee! Let it ring . . .
He Was a Man of Principle
December 25, 1961
Headline, New York Times, September 10, 1962: GENERAL WALKER SEIZES CAPITAL; TANKS CIRCLE THE WHITE HOUSE; NEW JUNTA PROMISES ELECTIONS From a “Letter from Washington, The New Yorker, September 22, 1962. Even in this blasé capital, there were some eyebrows raised by the whirligig of events that have made Major General Edwin A. Walker the provisional President of the United States until—or so his aides inform us—new elections are held in 18 months. That the army had become increasingly involved in the perturbations of politics had been known.
School Doors Swing Open
December 15, 1952
The Supreme Court during its present session has the opportunity to strike its mightiest blow against racial prejudice. The nine justices must decide whether segregation of Negro and white pupils in the public schools violates the equal protection provision of the Fourteenth Amendment.
A Manicure Girl
July 03, 1915
Alone in the old basement barber shop she sat reading a magazine at her manicure table. Her eyes devoured the story and she lifted them reluctantly to meet a customer. She was arrestingly pretty. She looked out quite gravely at the customer without closing her magazine. "The barber's out to lunch." The visitor hesitated. He could not help being invited by her appearance. "I left my razors," he told her. "Do you think I could find them?" She left her table in the corner and came along the littered marble counter. At first sight she was frankly enticing.