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Teignmouth, with its sister village of Shaldon across the river estuary, is a small nineteenth-century resort. It boasts a pier, an aquarium, a hilly promontory called the Ness, two dozen hotels, and countless boarding houses.
Upstairs were Mr. Bailey and Tom and his wife, with an organ-playing couple from the Carlton Theatre and another theatre man. The organ-player gave a tirade against the town of Teignmouth. He said its rulers had no idea at all about how to organise holiday entertainment. An example is that they had themselves shifted a heavy organ down to the marquee, to provide music on the day of the carnival, and had received no kind of acknowledgement for it. And he had never known a town like this for organising things to clash with one another, such as having the carnival in the evening instead of the afternoon, taking business away from theatres, pubs etc.. The locals themselves, apart from the entertainers, didn’t really want even the visitors...
At three o'clock on Thursday, October 31st- with only nine hours in hand- Donald Crowhurst was towed over the bar of Teignmouth harbour to start his voyage. The weather was cold and drizzly. The last of the last-minutes supplies, a parcel of torch batteries, was tossed aboard as he prepared to raise his sails. Then, instantly, things went wrong, Crowhurst had found that his rubber buoyancy bag, which had been hurriedly lashed round the mainmats the day before, had also been lashed round two halyards; he could not hoist his foresails. Furthermore, John Elliot had accidentally attached the jib and staysail to the wrong stays; they were in reverse order...
He also argued that Johnson had committed the grave sin of allowing considerations of domestic politics to affect his conduct of foreign policy. He was serious enough about this criticism to remain obsessed by it. One of the stories which emerged in the middle of the Watergate revelations was that Charles Colson had once proposed fire-bombing the Brookings Institute, so that a party of fake fire-fighters could enter the building and search it. They would have been looking for a document relating to the 1968 bombing-pause, which had been transferred there to be out of Nixon's reach.
originally posted by: DISRAELI
The American Presidential election.
In the Republican telethon on the previous night, Richard Nixon nearly gave his aides heart attacks by using the slang term "nut-cutting". William Safire fended off enquiries from fellow-journalists by mumbling something about the thrifty habits of squirrels.
In the final count, Governor Wallace won a band of states from Arkansas to Georgia. In effect, this announced the break-up of the historic Democrat coalition of northerm radicals and southern conservatives.
Texas was true to the old coalition, for the moment, and voted for Humphrey, along with Washington state and a line of north-eastern states between Missouri and Maine.
All the other states went to Nixon.
Time for rapprochement with China, Henry Kissinger becoming a sex-symbol, Watergate...
"At Treasury", I said, "what about David Rockefeller- no, you can't have two Rockefellers in the Cabinet".
"Is there a law" Nixon asked without changing expression "that you have to have one?"
One group of advisors held that Rockefeller's influence would be greater as governor of a major state...
I was of the view that if given the opportunity Rockefeller should join the Cabinet; I further urged that he would be happiest as Secretary of Defense. I thought that the President-elect would almost surely carry out his announced intention to act as his own Secretary of State... As Secretary of Defense [Rockefeller] would be able to implement his decades-long interest in national security. I thought also that the Secretary of Defense could play a major role in the design of foreign policy.
I found John Mitchell seated behind his desk puffing a pipe. Self-confident and taciturn, he exuded authority. He came straight to the point; "What have you decided about the National Security job?"
"I did not know I had been offered it."
"Oh, Jesus Christ", said Mitchell, "he has screwed it up again." Mitchell rose from his swivel chair and lumbered out of the room. He returned in five minutes with the information that the President-elect wished to see me, and he escorted me down the hall.
This time it was clear what Nixon had in mind; I was offered the job of security adviser...