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...invalidating 4,954 absentee and shut-in votes. Having sneaked to a fourth term through this legal loophole, Denny Roberts is now plagued by party dissidence and public weariness with his erratic conduct in office. In the primary, Roberts had to run against his ambitious lieutenant governor, Armand H. Cote, won by only 11,000 votes. And hapless Governor Roberts still has to explain why he fired a telegram (also signed by ten other Governors) to Washington last February demanding a federal tax cut from President Eisenhower, while simultaneously asking his own Rhode Island taxpayers to cough up another...
...Dolin, a Ballet Theatre alumnus, sent whatever odds and ends he could spare. Ballet Theatre's Erik Bruhn phoned fellow Danes in Copenhagen, who rushed to pack Sylphides and Graduation Ball trappings (the vacationing director had to be run to ground for an O.K.). French Dancers Pierre Le Cote and Claude Bessy appeared in Cannes with tutus and tunics. A cowed secretary at London's Ballet Rambert was talked out of a Giselle score; a second score was produced by an operative who dug up a key to Brussels' shuttered opera house. In Cannes, meanwhile, dancers, stranded...
...cote. In London, a mother told Probation Officer Cyril Burton that her 15-year-old son, who tells his parents when to go to bed, locks up the house at night, orders his meals served in a separate room, opens his father's mail and tells his mother not to speak to him unless spoken to, played hooky from school only because...
...Cote li, cote li?" cried the black workers of Port-au-Prince last week, tears in their eyes. But Daniel Fignole, their idol, could not tell them where he was. He had gone. Nineteen days after he vaulted to power as Provisional President, the silver-tongued mathematics professor, who boasted he could unleash a "steam roller" of black supporters, fell without a shot fired. He went meekly into exile, and was replaced by a military junta...
...morning fog lifted. All along the Cote d'Or, the gorgeous Golden Slope of vineyards that tints eastern France for 30 miles, the autumn sun beamed warm rays on the deserted towns. Except for a pair of black-clad grandmothers gossiping on the cobblestones and a couple of overalled, rubber-booted winegrowers closing a deal over a jug of Burgundy in the Cafe de la Cote d'Or, everybody in Nuits-St. Georges (pop. 3,600)-men, women and children, the schoolmaster and even the cure-was out harvesting the new vintage in the heart of France...