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Wars are littered with figures: troops employed, dead and wounded, planes shot down, trucks shot up. But the most important figures, and often the most tragic, are not limited to the forces of combat. In South Viet Nam, no other statistic speaks with more forlorn eloquence than this: out of every eight civilians, one is now a refugee...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: No Refuge | 5/19/1967 | See Source »

...through the double set of doors and walks slowly down the Bick's wedding aisle. The scenery is great. Beneath one table an expanse of smooth pink thigh under a black mini-skirt. Off in the corner the inevitable lonely old man crouched over the Record-American, looking more forlorn for his old fashioned brown suit. A table of Negroes with conked hair and nail-head stovepipes. A bearded student reading The Mill on the Floss. Two gas station attendants just off the late shift. The whole crew...

Author: By John D. Reed, | Title: Harvard on $5 a Day | 3/24/1967 | See Source »

Like a loving, wealthy mother with a homely daughter, Britain's Labor government for months has hinted at, prompted and hoped for a marriage between the forlorn British Aircraft Corp. and the airframe interests of the handsomely profitable Hawker Siddeley Group Ltd. BAC was shyly willing; Hawker Siddeley was reluctant. Whereupon the old lady-Her Majesty's government-stepped in, urged a sort of shotgun merger...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Aviation: Quite a Mother-in-Law | 12/2/1966 | See Source »

...issue is losing its emotional kick. Frustrated by the difficulty of "escalating protest," a Yale senior sighs: "This Government is committed to this madness, so what can you do?" The University of Wisconsin still manages to muster some 400 students for antiwar rallies, but most protests elsewhere take the forlorn form of silent vigils...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Students: Moods & Mores | 11/18/1966 | See Source »

...brought me to this forlorn place?" goes an old Vietnamese song about exile. It was hardly an apt description of the scene in Paris last week when South Vietnamese expatriates celebrated Viet Nam's National Day at the Maison de I'Amerique Latine. Consul General Nguyen Huu Tan, dressed in tails, greeted the guests, who drank bottle after bottle of cold champagne-Moet et Chandon 1949, Brut Imperial -the best. Along the Left Bank, the North Vietnamese were throwing their own ball at the headquarters of their diplomatic delegation. Not a bad life for an exile, whatever...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: The Safe, Unhappy Exiles | 11/11/1966 | See Source »

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