"There is no explaining wartime reading tastes," cabled TIME Correspondent William Gray from Manila. "Tonight I climbed to an artillery observation post beside the Pasig River overlooking the besieged Intramuros. Beyond its far wall the Manila Hotel's north wing was burning. Two hundred yards across the river a concrete building was ablaze. Shells from our Long Toms whistled past. Below us machine guns sputtered. Through it all Captain Francis X. Shannon Jr. of Cincinnati sat in a chair and calmly read a paperbound book. I glanced at the title. It was Margery Wilson's...
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