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Most inappropriately for this weekend, Boston Jazz has nearly forgotten the Tiger Rag. It has passed beyond the traditional stage of Benny Goodman and Arty Shaw, discarded Old Dixie, and is approaching the cooler, intellectual cock-tail jazz of Dave Brubeck and Lee Konitz. The Princeton cats may be disappointed...
...deal elevated Nasser to a role he has coveted for some time, cock of the walk with the Arab world. Saudi Arabia urged all the Arab governments to follow Nasser's example. Said Saudi Arabia's Premier-Crown Prince Feisal: "The purchase of arms means the purchase of steel, not the purchase of ideologies." Even in Lebanon, the Arab country most closely oriented toward the U.S., the Chamber of Deputies passed a resolution unanimously supporting Egypt. Though it will be some time before the arms deal has the desired effect, Nasser felt strong enough to shout his plans...
Communists Move In. When news of the shootings reached India, riots broke out and effigies of Salazar were hanged and burned. At this point, soul force was all but forgotten. Communists were in the forefront of the agitating, eager to cock a snoot at NATO partner Portugal. In Bombay, police fired on the rioters, wounding 85. The mob retaliated with stone-throwing, injuring 100, surged into the British High Commission building, smashed windows, manhandled the staff and demanded lowering of the Union Jack. Pakistan's office was also attacked, while 10,000 smashed up the Portuguese consulate and hoisted...
...Heyworth, ex-M.P. and Bank Director Ralph Assheton, Merchant Malcolm S. McCorquodale and World Court Judge Sir Arnold Duncan McNair. ¶Knighthoods (and the right to be addressed as "Sir") went to the British West Indies' onetime rabble-rousing Labor Leader William Alexander Bustamante, who used to cock a snook at Crown and Empire, to a covey of retired generals and admirals, and to a solid phalanx of businessmen...
...waits in stillness at first light. The mists are bodied silences. Suddenly, a bird sings, clears his morning throat and tries again. A dewdrop tumbles from its cobweb couch. Fox cubs yawn and blink in their cozy ground, while overhead the lilies languidly unclench. On the nearest farm the cock insults creation, which unexpectedly replies. A vixen darts among the spluttering hens and carries off her breakfast...