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Toronto's usually crusty Royal York hotel has hired leotard-clad waitresses to serve customers in a new "Black Knight" room, and Quebec's courtly Chateau Frontenac has replaced some Victorian parlors with a smart new cocktail lounge. Is that any way to run a railroad? It seems to be, because these two changes are symbolic of a great transformation that is sweeping the owner of the hotels: the Canadian Pacific Railway...
...filling sweep of Natal's brooding, beautifully photographed Drakensberg Mountains. Soon an insidious clacking sound echoes through the surrounding hills. It is the primitive, awful din of short-stabbing spears hammered against rawhide shields. Now the threat becomes palpable. Across the horizon stretches a line of warriors clad in animal skins and necklaces of baboon teeth, wailing "Usuto! Usuto!" (Kill! Kill!) The first wave sacrifices itself to test British fire power; then on they come, wave after wave, lunging, hacking, dying. For all but the squeamish, it is a grisly good show, and the film's climax...
...several occasions, she said, frantic young ladies have phoned to say that they just stepped out of the shower clad in a towel, are expecting a date to call any minute, and are locked out of their rooms. (These cries for help are calmly referred to the University police...
Most of the province is securely in Viet Cong hands, but under Lieut. Colonel Raymond Call of the U.S. Special Services, three "oil stains" or advance bases were set up in the Viet Cong territory under Black Virgin Mountain, named for a black-clad maiden who, fable says, leaped to her death from its heights. Colonel Call was determined to make the Viet Cong pay for the lives they had taken and to gradually merge the oil stains...
...visitors were hardly across the frontier when their Volkswagen was surrounded by some 50 highly nervous rebel troops carrying pangas, clubs and spears, their uniforms ranging from European suit coats to shorts and grass skirts. From their midst emerged a goateed man known only as "Major," clad in green fatigue pants and a splendid monkey-skin bush hat. Commissars or no commissars, the major was not going to let the newsmen continue into the rebel area, angrily denounced Americans because the T-28 planes had attacked only that morning. Offered a pacifying cigarette, the major drew himself up with great...