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...John Kieran, 67, used the 50 springs well; sportswriter, naturalist and radio fountain of knowledge (Information Please), he was born, raised and schooled in The Bronx (Fordham, cum laude, 1912), all told lived there for the better part of half a century. While few New Yorkers ever notice nature, Kieran's thesis always has been: "Let men build and pave to their hearts' content, there will always be many kinds and untold numbers of wild things in the great city...
Ordinarily, when Castro appears at the Hilton it is at 3 a.m. He comes in not through the automatic doors, and the fountain and mosaic-studded lobby, but through the kitchen. He grabs a bite to eat, and retires to his private suite on the 24th floor, ready to bounce out next morning on his unscheduled tours of the country...
...metal sphere blazoned with the hammer and sickle of the Soviet Union. Perhaps no one will ever know what happened when it hit. It may have dug an invisibly small crater among the natural meteor craters on the moon's scarred face. Perhaps it splashed a brief fountain of dust. Whatever it did, the moon could no longer serve as a symbol of unreachability. Man had sent an object from the earth and pitted its virgin surface...
Adam's Fall. From the Lenin, Kozlov and Nixon went on to play "Can You Top This?" at Peterhof, Peter the Great's lavish palace, with its trick garden gadgets to douse the unwary with fountain sprays. When Nixon tried out his rudimentary Russian on the crowd in the gardens, Kozlov topped him by commenting in rudimentary English: "Very good." Then, recalling that the Peterhofs 560 statues had been buried for safety during the Nazis' World War II siege of the city, Kozlov pointed to figures of Adam and Eve, separated by a wide garden, and cracked...
Prison Number. Reporters chased the Morris car 181 miles to London Airport, where Fuchs was hustled through customs and escorted by Scotland Yard men to a Convair of the Polish Airlines. Wearing a crumpled brown suit, a shirt too large at the neck, with a row of fountain pens in his breast pocket and carrying a canvas bag still stamped with his prison number, 3492, Fuchs handed the stewardess a oneway ticket to East Berlin...