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...miles from Predappio, where Benito Mussolini was born more years ago than he likes to have recalled,* San Marino has 38 square miles of tourist-delighting quaintness and scenery, 14,500 inhabitants who love to give away honorary citizenship to rich Americans. Tradition claims it was founded by a hermit stonecutter named Marinus who gathered about him Christian slaves-the poor and oppressed. Cesare Borgia briefly conquered it in 1503, Cardinal Alberoni overran it for a year in 1739, but always, through centuries of war and political strife, with Italian acquiescence, it maintained its borders, governed itself wisely and well...
Poetry-loving Bachelor Mackenzie King spends so much time at his country house, "Kingsmere," that Mitch Hepburn dubbed him "The Hermit of Kingsmere." In win-ter he lives at "Laurier House" in Ottawa, which Sir Wilfred left to the Liberal Party. A Gladstonian Liberal, the red-faced Prime Minister once investigated industrial relations for the Rockefeller Institute, worked out a plan of employer-employe representation that was put into practice by Colorado Fuel & Iron Co., Bethlehem Steel Co. and others. He is just the sort of "safe" Liberal that Canadians could trust to see them through the war without grabbing...
Died. Michael ("Mike the Hermit") Yansick, septuagenarian Pennsylvania recluse who for 20 years inhabited a cave, two feet high, on Avondale Mountain near Nanticoke, Pa.; of starvation and exposure; in his cave...
...Alaska is "perhaps the last country in the world where a hermit can build a cabin and never see a tax collector...
...Canadian-born Explorer Kaulback, Tibet is no hermit kingdom, but a realistic Shangri-La whose glacial rocks, shrewd lamas, innumerable prayer-wheels, odoriferous grime somehow delight his Cambridge-bred soul. He had been to Tibet once before and was glad to get back: "It was good to taste real buttered tea again. ... We ourselves were awash by the time the tents were up. ... That night it was just as it had been two years before. . . horsebells jingling; the howl of a dog; a voice in the distance singing a mournful song; and over everything the smell of wood smoke...