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...slacks and armed with an alpenstock, the Royal Family's brisk old (77) host, Jan Christian Smuts (who had walked up the mountain while royalty rode), hastily interrupted a discourse in geology to take off after it. He returned with the hat in one hand, a graceful blue feather in the other. The King, whose powers of observation are apparently not much better than the average husband's, wanted to know where Smuts had found such a lovely feather. "It's from my hat," said the Queen sweetly. As a reward for gallantry beyond the call...
...leader of the expedition, Thor Heyerdahl, 32, had been to Tahiti in 1937 to finish a doctorate thesis in zoology. Like other scholars before him, he was struck by resemblances between the cultures of Polynesia and South America. Both regions have "stepped" pyramids, "megalithic" structures, elaborate feather-work. Both cultivate sweet potatoes and call them by names which closely resemble their ancient Peruvian name: kumara. The strange stone heads on Easter Island look a great deal like some sculpture in Peru...
...their surprise-was sure how the vote would divide. In the jammed public galleries there was a solemn checkerboard of Jesuit black, Franciscan brown, Dominican white-set off by the bright springtime pinks and blues of .snappily dressed women. The heads that craned forward were alternately tonsured and gaily feather-plumed...
...women are added to the all-male staff: "Miss Browne the elder, whom we had seen, was like a swan and thought so herself. Her fair hair, she conveyed to you, was her glory. She was curving and sedate. With the sleepy smile of one lying on a feather bed in Paradise, with tiny grey eyes behind the pince-nez which sat on her nose, with the swell of long low breasts balanced by the swell of her dawdling rump, she moved swanlike to her desk. But not like a swan in the water; like a swan on land...
...other four sides the gauntleted hand of Director Leonard Feather, whose outlook on hot music is in general futuristic, can be detected. Tenor saxophonist Don Byas, and violinist-trumpeter Roy Nance, vie with each other to see who can try the most technical innovations in sixteen minutes. Nance even drags in a little pizzicato on one of his opening violin choruses. Through it all, however, snatches of Heywood may be heard which, though a bit incongruous in such company are responsible for whatever merit there is in this half...