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...Fighting Comrades! In the plaza before Hirohito's Imperial Palace a group of intransigent rightists gathered to hear frock-coated orators extol the virtues of peace and antiCommunism. In Hibiya Park next day, 5,000 Communists and fellow travelers cheered wildly when 69-year-old Ikuo Oyama proclaimed: "The atom bomb is now in the hands of the masses. It will be used for the protection of peace. Oh, fighting comrades," they sang, "sing hosannas for the Soviet. . . Peace. Peace. Protect Peace...
There were other attractions. For 25 lire, Communists could measure their strength by pulling a huge sickle which-when pulled hard enough-brought a huge hammer crashing down on the head of a fat capitalist dummy in frock coat and top hat. For less athletic comrades, Unità made its points more subtly, in exhibits of socio-political art and Russian literature. An elderly Russian woman in a lacy Ukrainian peasant blouse stood by the book exhibit. A young associate explained: "Mrs. Jakobs is here on purpose to translate the Russian writings into Italian for the comrades. If a comrade...
...father, Alfred Chapin Clapp, was an insurance broker of East Orange, N.J., He was a kindly man with a small goatee and a frock coat who quoted Latin and Greek and had once played championship chess. At night, his busy wife would read aloud to him (he was nearly blind); but his greatest delights were the family singing about the piano, or talking at the table. His big dictionary was always open; no conversation could go on for long without some Clapp having to look up something...
...Winston Churchill to the graduating class of the National Institute of Houseworkers, "I think I should try to pass the examination myself. I should feel embarrassed working together [with you] if I was doing everything badly, or if I did not know how to iron a child's frock...
...usual, she appeared from behind the pale green curtains dressed in a simple short black frock ("It is my uniform -I am soldier"), her dark brown hair frumpily frizzled, her gaminish face almost bare of makeup. (Says Piaf: "I don't like my appearance to distract . . .") Then, announcing her own numbers in newly learned English, like a ten-year-old reciting Longfellow, she packed them all off to Paree...