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The tubby, baby-faced little man, smoking a long cigar, pattered into the dining room of the National Press Club one day last week, ate a lunch of roast beef, carrots & peas with obvious zest, and sat back to hear himself introduced. Then Price Stabilizer Michael Vincent Di Salle got to his feet—an act which added little to his height—and glanced over his shoulder. "I still can't get used to people getting up when I'm introduced," he began. "I always look behind me to see if a bishop has walked in."...
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