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...claims to have 2,000,000 steady customers and ten times as many occasional ones. Yet Beate is some thing of a social outcast. The West German Association of Women Entrepreneurs has resolutely refused to admit her to membership. Church leaders regularly denounce her. Even the tennis club in Flensburg near her home will not allow her to join...
...problem is that Beate's business is sex- pure and adorned. From a head quarters in Flensburg and eleven stores in cities across the country, she markets some 1,500 prurient products designed for those who believe that sex improves with aid. Her wares include a wide assortment of contraceptives, special-formula bonbons that are supposed to make reluctant fräuleins more cooperative, "quick-lift" panties, battery-operated stimulators priced at $9 each, and even creams to control male timing in sex. "Together to the Peak of Happiness," exhorts Beate's blue-tinted catalogue. To make...
Their bliss was only temporary, for by now West German police had been alerted by Dorothea's parents. Catching up with Selle, the cops threw the cad into the Flensburg jail, then appealed to the East German authorities on Dorothea's behalf. For once, Red Boss Walter Ulbricht's stern Vopos listened sympathetically, last week released a sadder but wiser Dorothea after six weeks behind bars...
officials figured that the Germans were shrewdly saving their concessions for the new administration. Last week Economic Affairs Minister Ludwig Erhard knocked these hopeful expectations flatter than a Flensburg flounder. His big black cigar jutting out of his pink-cheeked face, Erhard formally handed U.S. Ambassador Walter Dowling a seven-page financial aid plan that called for little or no real contributions from Germany's overstuffed pocketbook...
Interlocking System. In four years at the Defense Ministry, Franz Josef Strauss has organized the fastest-growing military force in Europe. From the foggy shorelines of Flensburg on the Baltic north to Mittenwald on the craggy shoulders of the Bavarian Alps, the old sounds can be heard throughout the day and much of the night, stirring nightmares of the past and mixed feelings about the future. The sounds are the bark of parade-ground sergeants, the whine of fighter planes, the far-trailing echo of strong young voices singing When the Soldiers March Through Town as a paratroop company swings...