W. House, and W.H.

     The third song on Mississippi John Hurt's The Best Of album (You Tube, Jim Blues Rock Channel) is "Nearer, My God, to Thee" -- a traditional folk song, or hymn, sung with soul & played on beautiful country-style guitar.

     It can be listened to by Playing the album and listening for Song #3, (after "I Shall Not Be Moved") or type in on You Tube:

Mississippi John Hurt, Nearer my God to Thee

and we get a video of just that one song, and we can play that.

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------------------------ [excerpt, All The President's Men] -----------------------------

Woodward typed out the first three paragraphs of a story identifying one of the Watergate burglars as a salaried security coordinator of the President's re-election committee and handed it to an editor on the city desk.  

A minute later, Bernstein was looking over the editor's shoulder, Woodward noticed.  

Then Bernstein was walking back to his desk with the first page of the story; soon he was typing.  

Woodward finished the second page and passed it to the editor.  

Bernstein had soon relieved him of it and was back at his typewriter.  

Woodward decided to walk over and find out what was happening.  Bernstein was rewriting the story.  Woodward read the rewritten version.  It was better.

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That night, Woodward drove to McCord's home, a large two-story brick house, classically suburban, set in a cul-de-sac not far from Route 70-S, the main highway through Rockville.  

The lights were on, but no one answered the door.  After midnight, Woodward received a call at home from Eugene Bachinski, the Post's regular night police reporter.  The night police beat is generally considered the worst assignment at the paper.  

The hours are bad -- from about 6:30 P.M. to 2:30 A.M.  But Bachinski -- tall, goateed and quiet -- seemed to like his job, or at least he seemed to like the cops.  

He had come to know many of them quite well, saw a few socially and moved easily on his nightly rounds through the various squads at police headquarters:  homicide, vice (grandly called the Morals Division), traffic, intelligence, sex, fraud, robbery -- the catalogue of city life as viewed by the policeman.  

Bachinski had something from one of his police sources.  Two address books, belonging to two of the Miami men arrested inside the Watergate, contained the name and phone number of a Howard E. Hunt, with the small notations "W. House" and "W.H."  

Woodward sat down in a hard chair by his phone and checked the telephone directory.  He found a listing for E. Howard Hunt, Jr., in Potomac, Maryland, the affluent horse-country suburb in Montgomery County.  No answer.

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{All The President's Men, by Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward.  Simon & Schuster, 1974.}

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