For the first time since Douglas MacArthur left Japan, there were no speeches to prepare, questions to answer, jostling crowds, wearying parades, or popping flashbulbs. His time was his own. Most of it he spent in his well-guarded, ten-room suite high up in the Waldorf Towersresting, seeing friends, answering mail, declining invitations.
On one fine spring day, the general bundled himself and his wife into a car, drove out to Connecticut to see the dogwoods in bloom, pay what was described as a social call on Remington Rand President James H. Rand, who had offered him a job, reportedly at $100,000 a...