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...year: Bulganin and Khrushchev. These two poison ivy twins of deceit and doublecross inaugurated their diabolical crusade at the Summit with their blandishments of sweetness and avowal for peace...
...swollen Calcutta, India's biggest (pop. circa 7,000,000) and most turbulent city. There last week, in greater numbers than ever, hysterically cheering Indians turned out to greet the touring missionaries of Muscovite good will, bulletheaded Communist Party Chief Nikita Khrushchev and his straight man, Soviet Premier Bulganin. Streets along the line of entry were scrubbed and decorated with triumphal arches; the city's swarming sacred cows had been driven into back alleys, and red flags fluttered on every side...
...hours before the Russians arrived, a crowd estimated at more than 2,000,000 jammed the center of the city. Only a comparative handful were within viewing distance when at last Khrushchev, Bulganin and their host, West Bengal Chief Minister Dr. Bidhan Chandra Roy, showed up in an open Mercedes-Benz. At the intersection of two of Calcutta's big streets, the Russians waved their straw hats, and Khrushchev cried out in their own language: "Hindi Russi bhai bhai!" (Indians, Russians, brothers, brothers!). Instantly the crowd burst forward, shattering police lines and bamboo barricades to swarm over...
...campstools in bemused curiosity, whooping it up with impromptu jig steps only when Russian cameras were on them. But despite a rigidly observed Buddhist teetotalism at all official functions and banquets, the visitors struggled manfully to display their vaunted ebullience. At Rangoon's town hall, Comrades Khrushchev, Bulganin and Burma's Premier U Nu all joined hands together and beamed for a battery of photographers. "World tensions," said the Burmese Premier, "have been reduced by your efforts...
Paddles & Policemen. Next day, on the road to Shan States, Burmans lined up once again to eye the visitors in expressionless curiosity. Here and there, well-drilled schoolchildren called out a greeting: "Bulganin, Khrushchev, mar bar sai!" (Long live Bulganin and Khrushchev). At one point, after the party had passed, a Western reporter decided to experiment: "John Foster Dulles!" he prompted the kids. "Doolis, mar bar sai!" they sang out obediently...