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Sukarno had motored out to Djakarta's upper-crust Tjikini elementary school, where three of his six children are students, to participate in the school's anniversary ceremonies. He made a brief speech, nibbled refreshments and tried his hand at the school shooting gallery. As he left the building and headed for his black Chrysler limousine, a pistol shot rang out. Then five hand grenades sizzled through the air and exploded almost at the President's feet. At the sound of the pistol shot an adjutant leaped to protect Sukarno's body with his own. Somehow...
...fringes of the Communist upper-crust drift several hundred fellow U.S. Communists and fellow travelers of lesser rank. Bearded and beardless, they idle away the hours in avant-garde jazz cellars, drink tequila and loaf. But the top-line expatriates live well. Most of them rent comfortable, well-staffed houses in Mexico City or the flower-splashed resort town of Cuernavaca, talk art in stately houses set amid the ancient colonial towers and belfries of San Miguel de Allende. Shying away from publicity, they entertain one another at dinner, avoid noisy nightclubs. They operate businesses (in travel, real estate, even...
...Punch into its readable and financially hale condition circ. (132,000), Muggeridge has also built Muggeridge into a major TV personality. As commentator and interviewer on the BBC (a favorite Punch target), he treats sentimentality, mediocrity and many a sacred cow with waspish wit, which, coupled with his upper-crust air, has made the popular press bill him as "the man you love to hate." Muggeridge will go on being fascinatingly hateful on TV, plans a novel and a biography of George (1984) Orwell. At Punch, where Muggeridge's brisk ways produced some sparks as well as sparkle...
Died. Thelma Chrysler Foy, fiftyish, upper-crust society hostess and patron of the arts, daughter of the late automagnate Walter P. Chrysler, wife of Chrysler Director Byron C. Foy, repeatedly voted among the world's ten best-dressed women; of leukemia; in Manhattan...
...insatiable Colette lived day in, day out with this appetite. The mere sight of a Camembert cheese roused desire to "feel the crust, measure the elasticity of the texture." Sapphires, spring's first lilies of the valley, the smell of humus, the sight of a dead tree branch "polished, glazed, oiled by generations of reptiles"-all these roused her. "She knew a recipe for everything, whether it was for furniture-polish, vinegar, orange-wine, quince-water, for cooking truffles or preserving linen . . ." It is no surprise to hear that "Balzac and Proust were the authors whom she reread untiringly...