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There was no way of confirming the report, which reached usually reliable sources at Kalimpong on the Indian-Tibetan border despite suspension of telegraphic communications between India and the capital of the walled-in Himalayan country...
...last it had won a "trade pact" with Red China. The terms: India to withdraw a tiny garrison it has maintained in Tibet for years to protect Indian merchants and pilgrims; India to let Red China set up "trade missions" (with diplomatic immunity) inside India at New Delhi, Calcutta, Kalimpong; Indians to seek entry into Tibet only along six specified passes and not to seek entry at all into the "closed territory" of Sinkiang. India also for the first time recognized Tibet as an integral part of Red China...
...Better Birth? Another Kalimpong Buddhist keeps busy driving an obstinate goat around a pile of prayer stones, hoping to assure the ungrateful animal a better birth-perhaps even human-in its next incarnation. The daily grind for U.S. Scholar Joseph Rock, who was chased out of China by the Reds and settled in Kalimpong, consists of work on a new system of spelling Tibet's tongue-twisting place names. Austrian Baron Rene Nebesky, who helps Rock, is boning up on Tibetan demonology...
...Tibetan leper, who lives with him for treatment and serves coffee to visitors. Morse tries to reassure his guests: "I think I've got him to the arrested stage where he can't spread the disease." Last year anthropologist Prince Peter of Greece and Denmark breezed into Kalimpong with his wife to study a unique form of Tibetan polyandry called za-sum-pa, the sharing of wives between fathers and sons, and (occasionally) between uncles and nephews. Tibet would not admit the prince and princess. She is studying witchcraft and wizards and has collected 500 recipes for brewing...
...Kalimpong's main social center is the Himalayan Hotel, operated by the Mac-Donalds, a jovial Scottish-Tibetan family, who organize Saturday night parties liberally spiced with unusual conversation and hot millet beer. On one recent occasion, in the dining room, a Buddhist Englishwoman thought that she recognized another woman guest. "I beg your pardon," she said, "but haven't we met in a previous incarnation?" "Yes," was the reply, "I believe we have. I was Joan of Arc and you were my brother." The Englishwoman drew herself up haughtily. 'Certainly not," she snapped, "I have never...