FCChairman Charles R. Denny wriggled. He didn't seem to mind the stares of the 1,800 radio engineers he was addressing at a Manhattan banquet. It was those other eyesthe ones that kept boring into him from so far and yet so near. Finally, he broke off his speech, wheeled around, displayed the back of his head to the wide-eyed television camera.
In Washington, beside her television receiver, Mrs. Denny nodded her satisfaction. He really had got that haircut he promised.
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