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While New Delhi spoke, Nepal's Prime Minister Maharaja Mohun Shamsher Jang Bahadur Rana, 64, a devout feudalist,*was journeying from the little Himalayan kingdom (6,000,000 pop.; 54,000 sq. mi.) to republican India. It took him 15 days by foot, horseback and palanquin over windswept ranges to reach an Indian railhead. A special train bore him on to New Delhi, where Nehru waited. In black cap and brown leather churidar, Rana stepped down onto a red carpet. He put his right foot first, to insure an auspicious beginning and end for his visit. Nehru welcomed...
Visitors to the New York World's Fair:* Countess Barbara Mutton Mdivani Haugwitz-Reventlow, Son Lance, Cousin Woolworth Donahue, who were soon scared away by gawking crowds; Russian Ambassador Constantine Oumanslcy; Jang Krishnan, one of four Borneo brothers who have six-inch tails; Herbert Hoover (said he: "There is no very explosive news about visiting an exposition."); John Pierpont Morgan, for the second time; Radioactor Orson Welles read the $1,000 World's Fair prize poem by 23-year-old Smith Graduate Pearl Levison. Sample...
...over Mt. Everest. You published the picture of the Maharaja of Nepal and mention how this "wily Mongol above whose small craggy kingdom the flight took place, did not want Britishers taking too many pictures over his head." This is a picture of the Maharaja Sir Chandra Shem Shur Jang Bahada Rana who died some five years ago. It is hard to understand how your reporter got into communication with him since his ashes have long been scattered on the water of the Holy River Bagmota at the famous Pashphati Shrine...
...Asia and the emirates of Arabia." This being so, His Excellency voiced special pleasure in greeting on behalf of George V and installing on the Kalat Throne a tall, white-robed nomad who advanced majestically and was hailed by the Viceroy with his full name and rank, "Mir Azam Jang Khan, Wali of Kalat and Khan of the Brahui Confederacy...
...occurred to me how I should stop it. I looked at the back. No, the hammer could not be got at. I shook it well. So far from disturbing it, the motion seemed to afford it an additional stimulus. It seemed to enjoy the exercise. Clang! clang! jang! whirr! No, shaking was evidently not the thing. I must try something else. An idea came to me. I'd smother the sound. I put it in the bureau drawer. Clang! whirr! sphiz! The thing was getting serious. If the diabolical machine kept on, Boxer might wake, and then - but I wasn...