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...coast where she had begun her search. There the two Englishwomen set up an inn for mule drivers. Gladys' first Chinese was a chant: "We have no bugs, we have no fleas. Good, good, good-come, come, come." Her job was to grab the leading mule of a caravan and lead him into the courtyard. After the mules were fed, their drivers became willing listeners to simple Bible stories...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: The Virtuous One | 11/21/1949 | See Source »

...teeming, primitive Kashgar the party was held up for three weeks, haggling for a caravan to take them into India. On from Kashgar, the route led 500 miles to Kargalik, through the walled, rug-making, Moslem town of Yarkand. Mutinous Chinese Nationalist troops, who had not been paid for seven months, were in possession of Yarkand, and it took Paxton's smoothest Chinese to talk his party's way through. Paxton dismissed the truck and the jeeps, and hired ten caravan men with 33 horses and a handful of camels and donkeys. A white mongrel dog named...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: International: Over the Hump | 11/14/1949 | See Source »

...glacier, slick as mirror-glass and tilted at a 45° angle. They dismounted and crept on foot up a narrow path hacked in the ice. Donkeys and horses had to be helped up the treacherous slope. Gallant Vincoe had come close to the end of her tether. The caravan cook encouraged her, step by step: "Put this foot here, now that one there, now this one here...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: International: Over the Hump | 11/14/1949 | See Source »

Princeton University just unexpectedly from the New Jersey plains like a caravan of Gothic camels on the Sahara. The whistle-stop location has its good and bad sides...

Author: By John J. Sack, | Title: Princeton: Hard Work and Rah-Rah | 11/5/1949 | See Source »

...time she got through Caravan, everyone knew Mary Lou was feeling all right. She had always relied more on her piano than her personality, and this time, bobbing to the beat with an impish smile, she was giving them everything-boogie-beat, bop-beat ("You don't hear it, you feel it"), right-hand ripples, thick, murky chords ("Right now I've got chords way ahead of bop"). She even took a rare fling at singing one of her latest, a "five-course" satire on bebop called The Land...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Land of Oo-bla-dee | 9/12/1949 | See Source »

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