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...last week, in a wooden shack on the edge of an Austrian D.P. camp in Salzburg, a wide-eyed little boy ate chocolate cake and drank coffee with whipped cream for the first time in his life. With his father, mother and two younger sisters, he had just escaped from Hungary. Casually, without taking his attention from the food, the skinny seven-year-old answered a few questions. There was no need for him to concentrate; in his one year at the People's Democratic School in Budapest he had been trained well. The answers came easily and quickly...
...Buenos Aires, Maríia Ester, Maríia Fernanda, Marfa Cristina, Carlos Alberto and Franco Jr., the Diligenti quintuplets, dressed up in their party best, joined playmates in giggling at a clown, puffed out 40 candles on a huge cake, then posed for a eighth-birthday picture...
...friendly assembly of United Nations delegates met under the shade of apple trees in a Burlington, Vt. garden where Chief U.S. Delegate Warren R. Austin and his wife Mildred topped off the proceedings by cutting their golden wedding anniversary cake. Among the anniversary gifts: a gold thimble studded with diamonds for Mrs. Austin, a pair of gold picture frames from the White House...
...concourse, 21 broad stairways lead to 28 bus-loading stations where 750 buses load and unload the building each day. The concourse's walls are lined with shops where the Pentagonian can buy a uniform or a brassiére, a bestseller or a funeral wreath, a birthday cake or a railroad ticket, get a haircut or a loan. Once a guiding officer boasted to visiting General Henri Giraud that the Pentagon office girl could buy both a wedding ring and a baby carriage within its walls. The Frenchman asked: "Which do they buy first...
...pawky plenty of the same nobodies that have populated all his stories, the same fluffy crumbs off the British upper crust. In Nothing Serious, Wodehouse gathers his crumbs as gracefully as ever into amusing little heaps of no significance whatever-except as reminders that there used to be a cake...