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Firecrackers popped and bands blared at Rio's international airport last week. It was 107° in the shade. A yelling, flag-waving mob broke through the police cordon and surged forward to greet President-elect Juscelino Kubitschek, returning from a slashing three-week tour of the U.S. and nine European nations with bolstered prestige and a handsome collection of medals...
...approximately 11:30 a.m. when, according to Cambridge Fire Chief Henry Kilfoyle, a Buildings and Grounds worker who was repairing the Union roof accidentally ignited a portion of it with his blowtorch. The worker immediately went to a Massachusetts Avenue building for help. When he returned minutes later a cordon of three engine companies, two ladder companies, and one rescue company from the Cambridge Fire Department had surrounded the building...
...brotherly love first produce boredom, then brotherly loathing. Kelly has degenerated into a Broadway fast-buck man who manages a double-dealing prizefighter; Dailey has overblown himself into a slobbish, ulcer-ridden TV idea man; Kidd, the papa of five of them, runs a crummy Schenectady diner specializing in "Cordon Blue" hamburgers...
...Casablanca's narrow Rue Dumont d'Urville one morning last week, a U.S. newsman walked through a police cordon to the offices of the daily Maroc-Presse (circ. 55,000), took a long look at its Broken windows and barricaded doors and said: "You've got to be a hero to work lere." For Maroc-Presse's 20 reporters and editors, courage is another requirement of the job; theirs is the most utterly hated newspaper in the world. Reporters are regularly beaten up, death threats come into the city desk almost daily. Editor Antoine Mazzella...
...third day began, the Swiss took down the flags that had decorated the city, and there seemed something symbolic about their action. But Ike Eisenhower, undaunted, went on injecting human relations into international relations. Never had the U.S. had a finer ambassador. He broke through the security cordon around him, and, to the delight of passersby, plunged unheralded into a toy store "to buy something for my kids"-meaning his three grandchildren. Rejecting some boy dolls ("My little girls don't want boy dolls"), he picked three girl dolls, plus a model glider for young David, plunged...