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...timeworn style, Communist Party Chairman Mao Tse-tung's lieutenants blame drought, hailstorms and insect blights for cutting the ration from a manageable 20.65 ft. in 1957 to its present handkerchief size. But Red China's frayed look also owes much to a deliberate decision by its leaders. "When the bad crops began in 1959," explains one Western expert in Hong Kong, "cotton and cloth was one place where you could squeeze the people." Peking squeezed hard, cutting back cotton acreage at least 20% so that every spare clod of earth could be sown to grains. The result...
...last-minute riot and ritual. Across the country, shopping lists were being compiled and presents assigned with furious abandon (September's determination to find just the right beaded bag Minnie-Louise gave way to mid-December's impulse to settle for the first handkerchief displayed on the first counter passed). Old friends were elbowed aside in favor of a moment from the salesgirl, debutantes came out and went back in again and tuxedos were hauled out from attics and demothed. Christmas everywhere was clearly just around the corner, no matter where the corner...
Doctors call the disorder pica (rhymes with Micah), from the Latin for magpie. But whereas the magpie merely collects assorted, useless objects, the pica victim eats them. Favorite items are newspapers, toilet and handkerchief tissues, clay and sand, wood, cigarettes and butts, used matches, laundry starch, crayons, grass and leaves, soap, aluminum foil-and even bugs. One girl of 14 ate several pages of newspaper every day, and found the classified ads especially tasty...
...sugar refinery worker, Roman Popovich, 57, wept with joy outside his home in the Ukraine in front of the photographers who gathered to catch his reaction at the news of his son's landing. In the Chuvash Republic, Anna Nikolayev, 62, a widowed peasant woman, tugged at her handkerchief and sobbed. Newspapers all over the world carried the photos...
Faubus' voice, magnified by a sound truck, filled the tiny square, ripped through the still, oppressive heat and bellowed out over the whole town. Pausing only to drink from a red paper cup or wipe his sweating face with a handkerchief, Faubus appealed to his listeners as "my kind of folk." "I've been an ordinary working person all my life," he said. "I'm a hillbilly. I never was out of the shadow of the green Ozark Mountains until I was well past a man." He recounted the gifts of progress that he had brought...