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...demonstrate his command of the situation, Hussein last week escorted visiting Lebanese Premier Saeb Salam on a tour of a refugee camp at Zizia, 15 miles outside the capital. Twelve months ago, the King would have faced demonstrations or even death. Now a Palestinian girl presented him with a lock of her hair, symbolizing the camp's wish that he recover their homes from Israel...
...there were in my lock-up, perhaps ten "fellow travellers" who were over forty years old. They were all wonderful, particularly a gray-haired woman who stood across form me smiling as we were being released, and shook her head. "I'm sorry, in a way, that this is over," she said. "You are all so right ... Right On," And then she clenched her fist and said that she would see us all in jail the next...
...case you haven't met him, he's the one standing in the corner in the simple black suit with the simple thin tic. His hair seems a little grayer than the pictures, but the curling side-burns over the car and that lock of hair which always hangs out of the pack over the forehead give him away. Notice the chin, the forthright chin of a politician who doesn't know enough to pull it back in before they knock it off. He's a dead ringer for a politician, a liberal politician like Hal Holbrook in "The Senator...
Howling Horns. Thousands of manufacturers have pried their way into the beat-the-burglar business. 3M Co., for example, sells a lock containing a small alarm that wails at the touch of a burglar's pick. Pinkerton's is promoting a $449 microwave unit called Minuteman II that rings like a fire siren when anything breaks its circuit. Sears, Roebuck's $99.50 Deluxe Ultrasonic Intruder Alarm blinks on lamps and sets off a shrieking noise if tripped; for a few dollars more a companion attachment outside the house will add a howling horn to the cacophony. Advertisements...
...there were in my lock-up, perhaps ten "fellow travellers" who were over forty years old. They were all wonderful, particularly a gray-haired woman who stood across from me smiling as we were being released, and shook her head. "I'm sorry, in a way that this is over," she said. "You are all so right... Right On." And then she clenched her fist and said that she would see us all in jail the next...