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Roar. Rattle. Bump-bump-bump. Bee-eep beep. Clang. Rat-tat-tat. The illuminated sign at a Nishi-Ginza intersection in downtown Tokyo blinks a tentative 80, then flashes to 82. Red light. Screech! North-south traffic stops. The number blinks: 81, 79, 78. Ready, eastwest? Engines whine. Clutches out. Getaway! Flash goes the sign: 79, 81, 82-84!-See THE WORLD, The Fresh Start...
...craft of journalism. When World War II began, Britain's Finest Hour was also his; as Churchill's Minister of Aircraft Production, he put up the cloud of Spitfires that saved the day. These and other accomplishments invested him with the quality of living legend. "Positive, bee," wrote a columnist in a Canadian paper, "comparative, Beaver; superlative, Beaverbrook." Sir Beverley Baxter, M.P. and once an Express managing editor, called him a cross "between a magician and an avalanche...
Once upon the Champs-Elysees, every girl had bee-stung lips and hips, and hair that could tumble into a pavilion of sex. With a kind of languorous felinity, all those women looked like the perfect tense of the verb avoir. The storied avenue might as well have been called the Rue Bardot...
...from Paris that longtime Ambassador to the U.S. Herve Alphand would be replaced in the coming months. Alphand and his elegant wife Nicole had been close to the Kennedys, but showed little interest in L.B.J. before his accession to power ("I suppose we will have to learn zee bar-bee-cue," sniffed Nicole when Johnson became President...
...well: you are male, a "buck" or "stud"; or you are homosexual, a "queen"; or, commonly, bisexual, "AC/DC", "Greek", "double-cheeked". (Incidently, the homosexuals in the union hall keep clear and apart, and tend to ship together; anywhere in the fleet you can hear of Tillie, the Queen Bee of the Independence and the sous-chef there.) In the general camaraderie there's a great deal of rough humor about this, but no fundamental questionings: everyone has a place and is in it. After one of the spring love affairs for which Cambridge must by now be famous...