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Three years ago, the Communists' seal-like genius Pablo Picasso drew a dove. Its wings beat over Europe, Asia, America. Before he came forth with his design, the new dove line had been hatched within the walls of the Kremlin. In 1947, the Kremlin concluded that everything possible had been squeezed out of Franklin Roosevelt's era of the grand design. The West had turned firm and patient. It had begun to rearm. The Kremlin's answer was the peace offensive and the dove...
...Emblem. Not until the spring of 1949 did the dove achieve bodily form. As the World Peace Congress met in Paris, Communist Poet Louis Aragon went to Pablo Picasso, who likes to say, "I came to the Party as to a fountain." Aragon wanted an emblem, and his eye fell on a lithograph of a dove on the wall. "Ha," said Aragon. The World Peace Congress, after hearing Baritone Paul Robeson assail "the slanders of the American mercenary press," happily adopted Picasso's dove and happily applauded Fadeyev's attack on the makers of the North Atlantic Pact...
Forth from the Paris conference flew Picasso's dove, to breed wondrously. The dove was plastered on posters, stamped on ash trays and handkerchiefs, brooches and earrings. Czechoslovakia, Bulgaria, Poland and Russia put it on postage stamps. It was stamped on tickets to rallies in France and on banners to fly over the rallies; in Belgium, they made it out of spaghetti and macaroni for sale to peace-lovers. On U.S. automobiles in France, little dove stickers appeared, with the words "American, go home. We want peace...
...They beg him for a bird, big and strong, to carry a little girl to Wonderland. "To Wonderland?" asks Picasso, rubbing his chin. "What's wrong with this little girl?" "She's afraid of war," whispers the wind. Whereupon Picasso seizes his pen and draws a white dove...
...miracle, the dove rises from the paper and joins the moonbeam and the wind in flight back to the little girl's room. The little girl sits on the dove's back and off they fly, across the Alps, the Caucasus, the Urals. "Voici l'immense Union Soviétique. A great, a very great country," says the dove. "Yes, a big country full of song," agrees the little girl. "Here they work and sing," says the dove. "And now, look here, the Himalaya, and down there is China." "I hear the singing in China, too," says...