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...vacationists are on the move -about their own country and on record invasions of foreign shores. The travelers, according to reports from all our sources, are devoting themselves mostly to just plain fun, like the newlyweds motoring down the Loire Valley in a rented new bug-model Citroen, the bald Philadelphian sipping vermouth and eying the Italian beauties strolling along Rome's Via Veneto, or the middle-aged sportsmen playing at being matadors in Madrid's new bullfighting cafe...
...said the big, bald foreman, "now comes Chile." His crew of overalled workmen hefted Chile's red, blue and white banner and set it next to Canada's on the stage of San Francisco's gilded opera house. The workmen had 60 flags, from Afghanistan's to Yugoslavia's, to put in place. The occasion: the United Nations, born in San Francisco in June 1945, was back in its birthplace to celebrate its tenth anniversary...
...toward week's end, the setting changed. The steel-grey Hudson and its heroic cliffs gave place to the Nittany Valley of Pennsylvania, rolling placidly southeast from the low green humps of Bald Eagle Ridge. Skies turned to unspectacular grey, and as the President dressed in gold-tasseled cap and gown walked out onto the campus of Pennsylvania State University to receive an honorary doctorate of laws and address a second graduating class, it was raining-not a downpour, but a thick, unspectacular drizzle...
Heritage v. Histrionics. In 65 days he was master of all Italy. As his troops swaggered into Rome, they sang: "Home we bring the bald adulterer. Romans, lock your wives away." A cowed Senate voted him dictator-for-life. Caesar was supreme and lorded it over his social peers, showing what Author Duggan considers his "one weakness, a contempt for the self-respect of his fellow men." "Why don't you make me restore the old constitution?" he taunted a venerable Senator who failed to rise in his presence. For such taunts he paid at the base of Pompey...
...cannot read he commands the services of one of the most practiced and high-priced writers in the mountaineering business. James Ramsey Ullman (The White Tower, The Age of Mountaineering) has filled Tenzing's book with plenty of good writing, cliff hangs, avalanches, frostbite and windy nights on bald mountains. The result is polished, often deeply moving, but rather on the twicetold side. Tenzing, however, has saved for this book one bit of information he has never hitherto confirmed: "Hillary stepped on top first...