The world was in a frightful condition on the night of Dec. 26, 1942, but the place where 22-year-old Army Lieut. John Meredith Langstaff sat seemed remote from strife. He was sitting on a San Francisco park bench on Nob Hill. With him was a pert, leggy girl named Diane Guggenheim, 18, of the copper Guggenheims.
He proposed. She said yes. Next day, in hard sunlight, the bench still seemed a thing of excellence and charm. Before leaving the city the young couple took off their shoes, gravely lined them up beneath its slats and took a picture of it.
Fortnight ago...
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