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Pakistan's new rulers were as strongly pro-U.S. as Ali, so Washington seemed as calm as Karachi. And as for Ali, now a figurehead Prime Minister, he finally called in reporters and said he was loyal to Ghulam. What would he do next? "I must gaze into a crystal I brought back from the U.S.," said Mohammed Ali, producing a miniature eight ball...
...edge of town. Billy Frank Graham somehow sensed that he was a sitting duck for Mordecai Ham, and carefully stayed away. Finally, at his mother's urging, Billy went to the tabernacle with his good friend. Grady Wilson. For a week the two boys quailed under the gimlet gaze of Mordecai. who seemed to be searching out their most secret sins. Then they joined the choir so they could stand behind him, but there was no hiding place. After the second week. Billy gave up. Quietly, he left his seat and walked down to stand in prayer, with Grady...
Sometimes before a night's fighting, the militias would assemble in one of their strange churches with templelike, turned-up roofs and bulbous bell towers, from which a lookout kept watch. Under the slant-eyed gaze of watercolor saints, they would sit holding their rusty rifles, sing hymns, receive a benediction and melt into the darkness...
Exit Dunlop. While Scotland's John Dunlop first thought of putting his pneumatic tires on bicycles, it took an Irishman to gaze into the spinning wheels and see a fortune. Dublin Paper Merchant Harvey Du Cros, father of three famed bicycle racers, needed only to see his sons beaten by a man on Dunlop tires before he set to work. He promptly organized a tire company, persuaded Dunlop to join him, and with classic forethought predicted in his prospectus: "The pneumatic tyre will be almost indispensable for ladies and persons with delicate nerves...
...When I think of contemporary America striving for mastery over nature," writes German-born Robert Jungk in a book* just published in Britain, "[I think] of a young man . . . looking at me out of cavernous eyes with a vague, nearly distracted gaze. And I must return his glance, see again the compressed lips from which the teeth stand out as a caricature. How the skull structure has pushed forward against the flesh of the cheeks which are flattened by a tremendous pressure, the skin of the forehead pulled back, the flesh of the chin sagging . . . Poor little superman...