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...British monarchy; that the realm is never, even for an instant, without a ruler. Britain's new Queen, the sixth woman to rule over England, became sovereign without even knowing it. With Philip, her staff and their game-hunting hosts, she was spending the night in a tree hut in Kenya's Royal Aberdare Game Reserve, watching big game gather at a jungle waterhole. It was one of the rare moments of her projected five-month tour during which Elizabeth could really enjoy herself. As a herd of 30 elephants lumbered into view before sunset, she seized...
...Sokolowski Hut. The 46,000 live in 104 camps scattered through Germany-104 Ellis Islands, with no entrances into the mainland of normal life. One of the camps is Augustdorf, in Westphalia. Nearly a quarter of the 1,800 people there have tuberculosis; 180 of the children are illegitimate. A spot on a lung in Augustdorf, as in the other camps, is a standard blackball against emigration; there is a black market in X-ray plates of healthy lungs...
Amahl, a crippled boy, and his mother live in a rude hut. The three kings, traveling toward Bethlehem, ask lodging for the night. The desperately needy mother tries to steal some of their gold as they sleep, and is caught redhanded. As he did in The Consul, Menotti then makes his story point with dramatic directness. Sings King Melchior (Baritone David Aiken...
...this report: "The air was filled with the stench of decaying bodies and sulphur. For miles and miles there was no sign of life-just stony silence and the stripped, twisted forms of ash-grey men, women, children and dogs. In one corner of what used to be a hut, I saw 17 bodies huddled together in death. Two, about eight or nine years old, were hugging each other. About 100 yards away was a carabao, bathed in ash and dead, but still standing. As I left, a chicken crossed my path. Its right side was grey and seared...
...Forsythe. Have you seen a little boy...?" Hear air raid siren at left elbow. Turns out it's not air raid siren at all but little boy. Forsythe. Pick self off floor and get caught up in herd of stampeding gamins. We sweep through the Hopalong Cassidy Corral, Scout Hut, and emerge in a layer of purgatory which Dante, lucky fellow, never visited. Gamins disperse into scouting parties and disappear...