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...nine weeks since the Korean truce was signed, the San Sonnim has continued to loot and pillage. Recently, a South Korean patrol flushed a band of them from hiding and killed half a dozen. Five of the corpses were barefoot but one, better clad than the rest, wore a pair of torn tennis shoes. Last week he was identified. Seven well-aimed bullets had put an end to the studies of Lee Hyun Sang...
...first time Dr. Johan Hendrik Botha saw green-eyed blonde Mavis, she was clad in rags, covered with veld sores and standing barefooted on the cow-dung floor of a filthy Zulu kraal. Horrified, the doctor, who treats thousands of Zulus in the lonely hills of northern Natal, decided instantly that six-year-old Mavis was a white child; he took her home. Young Mrs. Botha gave Mavis a good bath, tied her hair in gay ribbons, gave her her first doll, her first shoes and set her at a table to learn to eat with knife & fork...
...Lake. For a while real swans were considered, but the marquis felt they might fly away inopportunely. To make sure nothing else flew away, he had 200-odd private policemen on hand to watch his guests and their estimated $9,000,000 worth of jewels. The cops were impeccably clad as 18th century plainclothesmen, but not all the guests were so socially correct. Washington Socialite Gwendolyn Cafritz burst in, looking very modern, with an apology: "I had Schiaparelli whip this up only yesterday; I had simply no time to find anything 18th century," Screen Star "Zizi" Jeanmaire (Hans Christian Andersen...
Slicing through the cloud-mantled mountains and the coastal rain forests, through cactus-fenced pastures and corn-clad canyons, four major paved highways now march from the U.S. border to Mexico City. New roads, rebuilt railroads and oil pipelines now crisscross the countryside. Some sleepy towns of yesterday have become buzzing 20th century cities. Colonial Salamanca, seat of the government's big new oil refinery, looks like a Texas oil town by night, with its orange flares glowing over pipes and vents...
Before a secluded cabin, 8,000 ft. up in California's Sierra Nevada range, stood two bare-chested men basking in the mid-afternoon sun. Not far away, hidden by the underbrush, 16 other men closed in silently around the cabin. They looked like unshaven, jean-clad campers, but they were actually FBI agents, armed with pistols and carbines. When they had completed their circle, at a prearranged moment, five sedans carrying reinforcements rattled down a dirt road to a point 20 yards from the cabin. Slowly the G-men converged on the cabin, covered the two sunbathers, routed...