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Read last week by Russell, under the glare of television lights in London's Caxton Hall, it said: "We are speaking on this occasion not as members of this or that nation, continent or creed, but as human beings ... The world is full of conflicts, and, overshadowing all minor conflicts, the titanic struggle between Communism and antiCommunism. Almost everybody who is politically conscious has strong feelings about one or more of these issues; but we want you, if you can, to set aside such feelings and consider yourselves only as members of a biological species . . . The best authorities...
Several into One. The Press published its first book, a Commentary on the Apostles' Creed, attributed to St. Jerome, just a year after Caxton printed his first book in 1477. By the time William (later Archbishop) Laud took over the chancellorship of Oxford in 1629, it was printing such titles as Captain John Smith's Map of Virginia, Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy and Bacon's Advancement of Learning...
...white drummer in Duke Ellington's band; she for the fourth time ("All this is just crazy but oh my, we're happy"), he for the first; over the threats of Bellson Sr., owner of a music store in Moline, Ill.; in London's Caxton Hall registry, while hundreds of bebop fans waited outside...
...ceremony began at 11:45 a.m. An hour before, dingy Caxton Street was alive with London housewives, camera-clicking tourists and Whitehall office workers out for midmorning tea. Fierce, embarrassingly fierce, feminine cheers greeted the handsome bridegroom as he arrived, looking middle-aged-blithe and debonair in a dark blue suit, famed Homburg hat and white carnation. "He's not every girl's cup of tea," go iped one feminine appraiser. "Divorced, dear, and fifty-five." Her companion tattled back: "But he's so distinguished...
...quickly over. Winston Churchill signed as principal witness; Anthony kissed Clarissa, and arm-in-arm, the Edens set off down the seedy red carpet that stretched the length of a church aisle into cheering Caxton Street. Suddenly Anthony, pacing solemnly with Clarissa on his right arm, pulled up short and asked the bridegroom's perennial question: "Am I on the right side?" Clarissa didn't know; nor did Uncle Winston, who rumbled: "I am no expert in these matters." But the registrar saved the day. He switched Clarissa to her husband's left arm, explaining to Eden...