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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...West coast, 60 miles out in the Pacific. They can only be reached by a wheezing, blunt-nosed government steamer from dusty Mazatlan. Armed with dark glasses and a large cotton sun umbrella, Newsman Maier took this steamer, chugged out to Maria Madre, the largest island. There he found Mother Concepcion, a grave, deep-voiced, slightly masculine woman, knitting undershirts. Breathlessly he told her of the end of Mexico's religious troubles. Mother Concepcion laid down her undershirt, smiled composedly. She was "full of faith in the future...
...tasted the food and found it palatable. Mostly highly seasoned cooking that people hereabouts like...
...wanted Jewry to return and live in Palestine. The occasion was a London meeting to memorialize the 25th anniversary of the death of Dr. Theodor Herzl, founder of political Zionism. It was Dr. Herzl who, while reporting the famed Dreyfus affair (1894) for the Vienna Neue Freie Presse, found his attention focused on antiSemitism, his Jewish consciousness aroused.* Two years later, aged 36, he published The Jewish State, a speedily famed pamphlet which, with secular, economic emphasis, advocated Jewish national reunion. Followed congresses, interviews with world rulers, potent propagandizing...
...rife in the French Army. To obtain a scapegoat and to cater to anti-Semitic factions, Capt. Alfred Dreyfus, able Jew, was accused by the high command, tried, convicted, sent to Devil's Island. The question shook Europe. After five years the Dreyfusards won. Capt. Dreyfus was retried, found guilty "with extenuating circumstances," pardoned by the President. In 1906 he was formally declared innocent. He fought for France in the War, gained the rank of colonel, still lives in Paris...
...Hypochondriac Proust used to wear a long nightgown, sweaters, mufflers, stockings, gloves, a nightcap. He lived on the Boulevard Haussmann in Paris, in a cork-lined attic room. His curtains were drawn against the tree-dust he found obnoxious. The smell of perfumes, flowers, steam heat, oppressed him unbearably. Only at 3 a.m., when breathing was easiest for his asthma, would he venture into the street. In a drawing-room he would not doff his fur-lined coat. Once someone entered his house from several flights below, leaving the street-door ajar. Quavered Proust: "Shut that door!"-and died. Author...