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IKE IN MAINE
"Next sunday Dwight Eisenhower is going to lose himself in the sport of presidents. He is going fishing, and he has chosen a remote corner of western Maine, one of the loveliest spots in a state noted for wilderness scenery. To fly fishermen it is almost sacred, for the log cabin Ike will occupy is on Parmachenee Lake, after which those two celebrated brook trout flies, the Parmachenee Beau and the Parmachenee Belle, were named.
Ike will probably be using these patterns in dry flies, though not on their namesake lake. Even when fishing a president's safety must be considered, and Secret Service has expressed an unwillingness to permit Ike to fish the lake from a small boat or canoe. Instead Ike will fish the nearby Magalloway River for squaretails, as Maine folk call the brook trout.
The Magalloway is a rippling jewel set among the blue-green of spruce and fir. The banks are brush-free and much of it can be waded. Just now it is sparkling clear but a trifle high. It is a small river of pools and broken water. At the beginning of a fine day the mist will lie along it until the sun warms it a little and then the May flies will start to dip and dance. This is dry-fly water of a caliber to make a man ache afterward in remembrance.
Guides of the region have been tying their favorite fly patterns for Ike. Among them he will probably find some small Brown Wulffs and Cahills, along with the more glamorous-looking Parmachenees. Whatever he uses, he should find some willing trout, for when the May-fly hatch is on, the squaretail is a grand fish for the man who can float a dry fly the way Ike can.
Later, with perhaps a fire crackling in his cabin, the President may look out on lovely Parmachenee and note the fish rising in the last of the evening's light. He'll feel better for having fished, and that night he may hear the loons in their wild loneliness, which in itself is worth the trip to Maine.
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It is safe to say that nobody who sat in the University of Kansas stadium during commencement exercises this month listened quite as intently as black-gowned Senior Lawrence Loftus. Graduate-to-be Loftus seemed almost entranced, in fact, by the words of McGruder E. Sadler, president of continued on next 'page Texas Christian University, who spoke during the baccalaureate service. This solemn attentiveness moved some of the more restless to open curiosity; they noticed with a sense of shock that Loftus was wearing a hearing aid.
None had suspected that he was deaf, and they were startled to think that they were seeing a man who was caught up, not so much by the sentiments of a speech, but simply by the miracle of hearing fully for the first time. It was a moving moment—until a less sentimental colleague discovered that Loftus' earplug was actually connected with a pocket radio concealed beneath his gown. He was listening to the second game of a double-header between Kansas City and the Red Sox. The Red Sox won 4-3.