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...second level. "Everybody was hollering, 'Let's get out of here!' I tried to go down a ladder, but it was jammed up with men. So I went through the fire." Hubert Saunders, 59, was painting a door on the topmost level inside the "gun barrel," a concrete and steel-plated tube that sheathes the missile. "I looked down and saw smoke coming up," says Saunders. "I heard a man crying, 'Help me, God help me!' But I couldn't see him. I was in the tube. The missile was in there...
...Aiken: "The Senate now is more inclined to let the Administration assume the responsibility to get out of the mess the best way it can. There's a tendency to give less advice on Viet Nam. There were those who thought we should get out, lock, stock and barrel, and those who thought we should take on everybody. I think opinion has moderated at both ends. We can't afford to clear out of Viet Nam. Many of us agree that negotiations are highly advisable and that the U.N. hopefully is an effective agency to deal with...
...Kumaraswami Kamaraj Nadar, 63, barrel-chested boss of Madras, who as president of the Congress Party dreamed up the consensus scheme as a means of installing Shastri after Nehru's death. But Kamaraj speaks only Tamil, and even if Shastri were to vanish, would be content to remain only a kingmaker and cash collector for the party. Last week Kamaraj was touring his home state, preceded by an elephant with bells on its toes, to celebrate his birthday. In lieu of gifts he collected $350,000 for the party coffers...
With its pistol grip and nubby barrel, the instrument looks like the handy ray gun with which Buck Rogers and Wilma used to zap Killer Kane. It is actually a space-age wrench. Cordless and battery-powered, it was designed by Martin Marietta as a zero-reaction power tool to be used by astronauts for turning nuts and bolts in the weightless conditions of space...
This latest morsel from the previously published-only-in-Paris works of Olympia Press will disappoint smut lovers everywhere. It is at best a poor scraping from the bottom of the Candy barrel. Mamie Mason, Harlem hostess with the mostest, sets out to solve the Race Problem in her own forthright fashion by aiding and abetting two-tone cohabitation as widely and as often as possible among her vast collage of acquaintances. As a single, running, off-color joke, the novel turns out to be neither very funny nor very dirty. The level of its humor is set by Negro...