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Fields of poppies have bloomed for centuries in the remote, jungle-clad valleys of northern Laos where five nations-Laos. Red China, Burma. Thailand and Communist North Viet Nam-meet in a tangle of ill-defined boundaries. The local Meos and kindred tribesmen delicately pierce the flowering buds, extract the sticky raw opium. Some of it they use themselves: when a Meo child complains of an ache, his mother may blow opium smoke into his mouth to ease the pain; for Meo adults, opium smoking provides a goofing-off pleasure that is their substitute for the combined attractions of alcohol...
...Clad in a flowing sports shirt as sign of his membership in a classless revolution, Lopez Fresquet turned up at his office and ended the joke. "I'm dead serious about this tax," he said. The law will discourage "conspicuous consumption" and besides, might net $5,000,000 a year. Cuban society editors, who have always collected an under-the-table fee for social puffs, will lose a profitable racket...
Sentimentality often prevails in the characteristic Art Nouveau simplification of natural forms. The handle of an American silver mirror, done under this style's influence, depicts the body of a young girl clad in what seems to and turning along the border. Though she may be swirling reeds; her glamorized face appears on the mirror's back, her luxuriant hair twisting sound sensuous, she merely looks affected, coy and thoroughly uninviting...
...said the tall, black-clad man as he smiled shyly at his audience. "I'm beat to the square, and square to the beat, and that's my vocation." The Prior of his Dominican monastery would probably express the vocation differently, but he gladly permits Brother Antoninus to give readings of his own poems, as he is doing this week in Los Angeles for the Commonweal Club. His poetry and his whole career may be I way out, but his purpose is to move men way in to Christ...
...snow-ringed oasis in the midst of nowhere was once a quiet summer resort. Today the town has 5,000 year-round residents, two weekly newspapers, a radio station, and a busy branch of the Bank of America. Even in winter, a parade of chain-clad cars and as many as 30 Greyhound buses a day clank up the mountain road carrying the marks (Harrah refunds $6 of the $7.45 fare). Almost singlehanded, greying Bill Harrah has put the grey-flannel org man on top of a world that once belonged to the flashy lone wolf with fast fingers...