"Just like MacArthur." said Frank Hayostek, after he got out of his plane at New York's Idlewild Airport, "I shall return." But that was what reporters and newsreel cameramen had told him to say. Actually, Frank had little hope of returning to Ireland and his Dingle Bay romance (TIME, Aug. 18), which now smoldered as sluggishly as peat in a Kerry bog. He explained: "She turned me down because she is too much devoted to her family, her farm and County Kerry. Sometimes." he added thoughtfully, "I wish someone would shoot those cows of hers."
Six years ago, Breda had found...
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