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...tobacco-spitting attacks of the great English travelers -Dickens, Trollope, Captain Basil Hall -The American People is refined and respectful. Yet its cool and clinical air reveals at times an underlying dislike which may be more destructive than the old quarrel between eagle-screaming Americans, whooping that they could lick the world, and haughty British remittance men sneering at them for spitting on the floors of saloons and riverboat cabins...
After that Max and Assault retired to the peace & quiet of a training track at Columbia, S.C., to lick Max's wounds and heal Assault's gimpy leg. Two weeks ago, Max and his horse turned up at Florida's Hialeah Park. Max had blood in his eye: this time he would beat "that horse." The Widener Handicap was billed as the horse-race-of-the-year: a contest between the second biggest money-winner of all time (Armed) and the third biggest (Assault...
Loopy? Absurd? " 'You get the feeling over there that people are tired, drained of feeling'. . . . A business executive was walking on cardboard-patched soles for lack of a ration coupon. . .A tiny girl asked, when given a bit of coveted chocolate: 'Do I lick or do I bite?'. . . Factory workers faint around 11 a.m. for lack of adequate breakfasts. . . . 'In two weeks I never saw a piece of meat'. . . Seventy-five pounds of food she brought over prolonged the lives of ten persons...
...woman correspondent (who, apparently, doesn't know that coupons aren't required for resoling shoes). The chocolate-bar-and-piteous-child incident was told her by a British waiter, whose little boy had shared a bar with a neighboring girl. Londoners thought that "Do I lick or do I bite?" might be a polite, childish equivalent for "How much can I have?" Loretta's scoop on the fainting factory workers was from a housewife who said it was a problem to get enough food for her husband's breakfast...
Street Fight. Last week, in a bitter circulation war, France Dimanche was within 100,000 subscribers of its rival Samedi Soir, biggest (650,000 a week) paper in France. Max Corre had helped found Samedi Soir and thought he had enough tricks to lick his old paper at his own game. In weeks of racing to get on the streets a day ahead of the other, their press deadlines had been juggled three times. Now, under a truce, they will come out the same day-Wednesday...