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When I passed the Chancellor he arose, waved his hand at me, and I waved back at him. I think the writers showed bad taste in criticizing the man of the hour in Germany.
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On reports that Hitler had deliberately avoided acknowledging his victories, and had refused to shake his hand, in The Jesse Owens Story (1970) ISBN 0399603158

 

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Suttree placed one hand on the pew in front of him. An old woman was going along the altar rail with a dusting rag. He struggled to his feet. No, he said. You dont know me.
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