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...hundreds of Cubans were being given commando training by U.S. instructors at the air-base and at several coffee plantations in the area - including one owned by a close friend of the President. As evidence, they cited reports from a carpenter who had worked on the airfield and a butcher who was supposedly supplying one coffee plan tation with 10,000 lbs. of meat a week...
...beer. A hulking man (5 ft. n in., 190 Ibs.) with the powerful chest of a onetime cycling champion, he walks with the stiff, lurching gait of a Bavarian peasant. His eyes are small and blue, his head square and massive. But inside the square head of this butcher's son is a fantastically retentive brain that gobbles up details of technology and digests the lumpiest government problem...
...father, a staunch Catholic, kept a butcher shop in the Schwabing sector of Munich in the years Naziism got started there. More than once, young Franz Josef wrapped cold cuts for a poultry-breeding patron named Heinrich Himmler. Across from the butcher shop at No. 49 Schelling-strasse, Heinrich Hoffman kept a photographic shop where a frequent visitor was a pale, mustached man named Adolf Hitler. One day when Butcher Strauss caught his son-aged five-handing out pamphlets that some brown shirt had given him, he gave the boy a thrashing right there in the Schellingstrasse. "That," says Franz...
Building a Bridge. The son of an engineer in a paper plant, Kirchner studied architecture at his father's insistence, but switched to painting as soon as he got his diploma. In 1905 he and three former fellow students set up a studio in an empty Dresden butcher shop, proclaimed themselves the leaders of a new movement that they called Die Brücke (The Bridge). The movement had only the haziest of programs: it simply wanted to attract "revolutionary and fermenting elements" who would build a kind of bridge into the future...
...restive crowds on the perimeter. On Khrushchev's first night in town, knots of Hungarian and Polish refugees gathered with banners that screamed KHRUSHCHEV IS A MURDERER, KHRUSHCHEV, GO HOME, and handed out pamphlets with such arresting titles as Nikita, Scat, You Dirty Aggressor, You Bloodstained Butcher, You Bestial Executioner, Scat. Cries of "Butcher!" and "Murderer!" rattled the accustomed tranquillity of Park Avenue...