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...Hollywood, where tenth wedding anniversaries are almost as rare as 100th birthdays, newsmen converged on Cinemactor Humphrey (Beat the Demi) Bogart, 55, and his bodkin-tongued wife, Cineminx Lauren (How to Marry a Millionaire) Bacall, 30, asked them in bewildered tones how they had survived a decade of cinematrimony. Chorused the Bogarts blissfully: "We are oldfashioned. We believe in double beds." Explained Bogey in laconic tones: "It's pretty hard to sulk over something if you share the same bed." Philosopher Bogart, no great profile, gave Hollywood's fast-mating sirens the back of his hand: "Most...
President Eisenhower should be nominated for President in 1956-by the Democrats. If he is so nominated, he will get most of the Democratic votes, all of the Demi-Rep votes and if Sen. Watkins is their leader, all of the Mormon votes unless Jimmie Roosevelt runs. The Americans will have to look elsewhere for their candidate...
...Last Charge. The battle neared its end. The Communists regrouped and turned southward against Isabelle. Isabelle was ready. Its 13th Demi-Brigade...
...guns. Like the Confederate rush at Franklin, it was forlorn; like the Old Guard's serried march on Waterloo, it was final; like the Light Brigade at Balaclava, it was magnificent, but not war. At 0150, little more than half an hour later, the Charge of the Demi-Brigade was over, and very few men still lived. Isabelle radioed the Drench planes: "Breakout failed. We must break communications with you. We are going to blow up everything. Fini. Repeat. Fini." The C-47s were rocked by the shock waves from exploding Isabelle. "They were enormous explosions," said one pilot...
What is left? A few hundred frames of calm beauty, a quiet memory of a sort of negative Eden, the last backward look into a primitive demi-paradise lost (little more than a year after these pictures were taken, Chinese Communist armies moved into Tibet). The camera sees the herds of yak grazing below icy peaks in meadows of wild orchids, and finds the barley harvests lying like some sort of killed light in the thin blue air. Wild flowers splurge -in summer the whole Himalaya seems a giant's rock garden. Down from the mountains to the high...