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Another mob fought its way into the secretariat building of the Bombay Provincial government, shouted down Bombay Chief Minister Morarji Desai and smashed up automobiles in the secretariat courtyard before police dispelled them with rifles, tear gas and lathis (steel-tipped poles). Some 200,000 Bombay factory workers went on strike and all colleges and schools closed. In Bombay streets scores of automobiles had ripped tires, and stones were hurled at passing streetcars and trains. Hundreds of people were forced to remove their neckties "to show respect for the satyagrahis." Bombay Education Minister Dinkarrao Desai, caught...
Horn bugles sounded shrilly as the police battered at the main gate, and from the walls archers and men with slingshots attacked them with arrows and stones. Bursting into the courtyard of the math, they found Pagala Baba, dressed in animal skins, sitting on a lotus-shaped throne, waving a piece of red cloth and shouting, "Let blood flow!" Sadhus armed with spears, tridents and heavy two-handed swords forced the police back, leaving one cop and two sadhns dead...
...Last Stand. When military police reached the scene, many of the sadhus had fled, but a sturdy minority, including Pagala Baba, had retired to a maze of underground cells within the tunnel-honeycombed fortress, and had to be flushed out one by one with tear gas. In the courtyard the police found a huge chariot in which the mad monk's disciples were wont to haul him about. Statues of Pagala Baba were displayed in the gardens and orchards of the math. His bedroom was adorned with tiger skins and statuettes of nude women. Underground, behind steel doors...
Something about his cell mate's tale clicked in José's memory, and he brooded over it. He asked Abdias to repeat the dates and places. A fortnight ago, as the two men basked in the prison courtyard sun, José blurted out: "Abdias, do you still hate the man who clubbed you?" Abdias replied philosophically: "No, those are the risks of our trade." With a sigh José unburdened himself: "Abdias, my friend, forgive me. I was on the other end of that club. You are supposed to be dead, and I am serving time...
From 6 to 8 p.m. an informal buffet supper will be held in the Eliot House courtyard for seniors and their guests...