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Continental Breakfast. Escorted by tough riot police of Beirut's red-bereted "Squad 16," the Americans boarded Pan American and Middle East Airlines charter jets, soon were winging for Rome, Athens, Frankfurt, Istanbul, Ankara, and Nicosia on Cyprus. Others made it aboard the American Export Isbrandtsen freighter Exilona for a leisurely, sun-drenched cruise to the Cypriot port of Famagusta...
...full six hours before the American Export Lines' Exilona made port, Italian divers were busy beneath the waters of Naples harbor looking for mines. Just over their heads navy patrol boats bumbled to & fro; above them, planes of the Italian air force watchfully circled the sky. On the shore, soldiers in tanks and jeeps patrolled the approaches to the waterfront, and Neapolitan police guarded a dock entirely surrounded by barbed wire...
...first shipload of U.S. arms to reach Italy under the U.S. Military Assistance Program approached its wharf last week, Naples was prepared for anything. But when the Exilona finally tied up at the pier, nothing happened. Communist organizers called on all Italian workers to strike forthwith. Six trolleycar motormen, five bus drivers, some armament workers and a spaghetti factory obeyed. Two of the bus drivers later changed their minds...
Last week, while the arms-laden Exilona sailed past them into nearby Naples Bay, 100 Christian Democrats of 15 nations met in the mountainous coastal town of Sorrento, to debate the political defense of Western Europe. Some of the delegates, led by the Italians, hoped to arrive at more definite conclusions than former meetings had achieved. Particularly, they hoped for Christian Democratic agreement on full admission of Western Germany to the political and military efforts of Europe's non-Communist nations...
...front cover) In the cool grey light of dawn S. S. Exilona lay at anchor near Ambrose light ship outside New York Harbor. A coast guard cutter and a bevy of tugs drew near. A passenger, Mrs. Louise Dvorak, stood on deck talking to a white-haired septuagenarian. The old man told her: "This is the first time in 30 years I have returned to New York without some one of my family to meet me.'' "But your son is on one of these boats." "My son is here? Where?" The old man rushed to the rail. Suddenly...