“if you really have to write about me, will you please omit that i have blue, blue eyes and a flashing smile,” says john kennedy. (useless to add that he has them.)
there may be many promising youngsters hiding behind the austere building of the navy department, but it is doubtful that anybody of 24 can look ahead to a now brilliant future than the second eldest son of former ambassador joe kennedy. jack has already proved himself worthy of the big orange which was thrown into his lap.
young kennedy—don’t call him that. he will resent it greatly—did more than boot the football about at harvard. he was extremely popular. graduated cum laude, was a class officer, sailed on the intercollegiate sailing team during his sophomore year, and most important, wrote a thesis.
arthur krock, from the new york times , read it and suggested it be put in a book. henry luce, of time, fortune and life, must have thought the same, because he wrote the foreword, and by putting 12 hours a day, cooled off with as many showers, jack polished it off during the summer and the much-praised book, “while england slept,” was the result. it sold like wild-fire.
“yes, i certainly still have the same opinions as in the summer of 1940,” says jack kennedy. “you must understand that the reason i did not editorialize was because nobody is going to listen to a boy of 23. besides it was not the idea to say i, i, i. the book is based on facts, and i did a lot of studying in order to be able to write it. i couldn't say if i am going to write another book. now, i am in the navy, that is the most important, but i have many plans for the future. some day, when i have time, i am going to study law.”
jack hates only one subject—himself. he is the best listener i have come across between haparanda and yokohama. elder men like to hear his views, which are sound and astonishingly objective for so young a man. much of his youth was spent abroad. after graduation he worked first in the paris embassy, then with his father in london. he is irish on both sides, and equally proud of his brilliant father and lovely mother of whole a friend of the house said, “at last i am beginning to believe in the stork." ask any of his eight sisters and brothers about their author- brother and they will all agree that "he is a grand friend.”
the other day an elderly lady asked whom he liked best, the british or the americans. jack answered a trifle hotly, “i am fond of the british, but i am an american.” he is, with heart and soul. his easy, charming manner is an addition where work has to be done, or social graces displayed.
from inga arvad’s column in the washington times-herald: did you happen to see — john f. kennedy?