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Delivering himself of a few observations on the state of the world, globetrotting Publisher Robert R. ("Bertie") McCormick told the Overseas Press Club in Manhattan that 1) Egypt's favorite drink is called a Suffering Bastard; 2) the only press censorship is in Egypt, and Egypt's high-living King Farouk "needs it"; 3) the family affairs of Rita Hayworth and Ingrid Bergman have caused very little comment, "but as far as I went I couldn't get away from [Tennis Player] Gussie Moron's panties...
Recalling the event last week, Manhattan Insuranceman Reed Chambers, another immortal of the 94th, said: "By then [the squadron] had begun to love him. I don't know how to explain it. [At first] he was just an uneducated, tough bastard who threw his weight around the wrong way . . . But he developed into the most natural leader I ever...
Siam's virtues and defects were still largely its own, not a bastard product of two civilizations. Phumiphon's never-never land was a land of what-might-have-been, a jewel of (almost) unblemished Easternism shining on the junk heap of the wrecked empires. Like a jewel, Siam was temptingly easy to pick up. The Communist imperialists who had taken China might turn Siam's way any time...
...foreword to "The Lady," Mr. Fry says that his poetic form is really "no one's business but my own, and every man is free to think of the writing as verse, or sliced prose, or as a bastard offspring of the two. It is, in the long run, speech, written down in this way because I find it convenient, and those who speak it may also occasionally find it helpful." Mry Fry's glittering poetry is fun to listen to. Ignore the meaning, and watch it soar and spin about the page or stage, like a toy airplane would...
...were mated. The stunt paid off. Incom sold a record 260,000 copies, one-third more than its usual circulation. Among the purchasers: Roberto Rossellini, who, in a fine Italian fury, telephoned Incom's office to bellow that Incom's general manager, Sandro Pal-lavicini, was a bastard. Two rival picture weeklies were less bold and less convincing-Oggi, with a cover showing Ingrid and Roberto looking fondly at a baby that was obviously several months old, and Tempo, which showed a pensive Ingrid reclining on a pillow...