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Miles of Files. Easily the biggest item in Washington's paper problem is mail. Each working day the Government's typewriters and duplicating machines clack out 4,000,000 letters at the rate of 139 a second. In a year's time the flow swells to 1 billion letters. Average cost: $1 per letter. In the year 1912, the average Government worker wrote 55 official letters; in 1954 the average worker wrote 522. Some 750,000 U.S. employees do nothing but paper work...
...Shalakos are beautiful. They are birds, about ten feet high, with turquoise heads crested with eagle feathers and mounted with feather-tipped buffalo horns. Their bulging ball-eyes roll majestically and their wooden beaks clack-clack as they glide and stomp through their dance of blessing, with a tinkling of bells worn at the knees of the dancers...
Laichau is a tiny mud village in northwestern Viet Nam, where the clack of mah-jongg tiles used to be heard day & night. For seven years of war, although it is only 30 miles from the Chinese border. Laichau remained in French hands. Last week it was lost to Ho Chi Minh's Communists without a fight...
...Court Jester. Over the clack of the car wheels, Hassouna Pasha continued his story. The intermediary was Kareem Tabet Pasha, a sort of amateur Rasputin who has been floating around Cairo for years. Tabet Pasha, King Farouk's press counselor until 1951, actually functioned more as court jester, five-percenter, and fellow nightclubber. Investigations into the Palestine arms scandal -in which defective arms were purchased and supplied to Egyptian troops fighting the Israelis-had repeatedly turned up his name. About nine months ago, Farouk dismissed Tabet, who scurried off to Switzerland. He had returned recently to Egypt...
...payday for the 3,000 men aboard the U.S.S. Midway, anchored off the French Riviera. One by one, 16 bluejackets disappeared into a storage room below the carrier deck for a little forbidden pleasure. There they got out their bankrolls, settled to their knees. The soft clack of dice and the whisper of plaintive invocations went on all night until the kitty reached some $3,000. Then the door opened, and three more bluejackets pushed in. But these were different: hoods masked their faces, they whispered commands, and they waved pistols. The crapshooters were ordered to stand facing the bulkheads...