During the darkest days of World War II, the husky, silver-haired president of M.I.T., laden down with the responsibility for some of the nation's most crucial wartime research, dashed into an associate's office and demanded: "Have you got the morning paper?" For the next few seconds, the president rustled through the pages, finally came to a stop somewhere in the middle. Then, after some intensive reading, he handed the paper back. "Thanks a lot," said he, as he vanished out the door. "I just wanted to see how things were going with Smilin' Jack."...
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