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...Long & Short. At week's end Harry Truman himself showed his party how he proposed to play politics in his fashion. He chose Washington's top ceremonial rite for faithful, fat-cat Democrats, the $100-a-plate Jefferson-Jackson Dinner, to beg "every Democrat to put patriotism above politics." Not once did he mention MacArthur by name, but he got a fine laugh by ad-libbing a reference to MacArthur's report to him at Wake Island: "It has been categorically stated that Russia will not come in if we bomb Manchuria. That statement was made...
...white house at Yasnaya Polyana was about as private as a goldfish bowl. From the '80s on, not a day passed but three or four total strangers dropped in to beg for money or advice, or simply to have a talk so they could say they had seen the great Leo Tolstoy...
...local Don Juan. But when he refuses to acknowledge Lourdes's baby, her enraged mother, Zeline, pronounces a curse on him, and Saint Marc knows that trouble is ahead. Sure enough, a few days later, Diogène's wife comes down with a seizure, screaming, "I beg you, please get this sack off my head..." Everyone knows what that means: Zéline has cast a spell...
...surround her. Sympathetically and quietly, she administers the last rites to a dying generation. One friend, a rich old Italian duke who has made the frightful error of marrying his cook, dies with Lady Maclean bending tenderly over his deathbed. Another, a dried-out, egotistical playwright, gets Ruby to beg his 30-years-estranged wife for a reconciliation. And Good Samaritan Ruby is there with shelter when the withered mistress of a septuagenarian vicomte is left stranded by his death...
...social center is the Himalayan Hotel, operated by the Mac-Donalds, a jovial Scottish-Tibetan family, who organize Saturday night parties liberally spiced with unusual conversation and hot millet beer. On one recent occasion, in the dining room, a Buddhist Englishwoman thought that she recognized another woman guest. "I beg your pardon," she said, "but haven't we met in a previous incarnation?" "Yes," was the reply, "I believe we have. I was Joan of Arc and you were my brother." The Englishwoman drew herself up haughtily. 'Certainly not," she snapped, "I have never been a male...