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"This is a family matter," the father of the bride insisted. "It's going to be handled in a family way." And Dean Rusk made it stick. A hermetic shroud of secrecy effectively surrounded the advance preparations, and when he escorted Margaret Elizabeth Rusk down the aisle of Stanford University's Memorial Church, the assembly of 60 was limited to personal friends and kin. The shortened Episcopal service took barely a dozen minutes. Then the whitegowned bride, smiling fetchingly and seemingly relaxed, emerged with her equally poised husband, Guy Gibson Smith.
They...
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