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...Sixth Happiness. An uneven but generally appealing picture, in which Ingrid Bergman, as a gentle Englishwoman bent on converting China's millions, covers more ground than Marco Polo and seems in no hurry (2 hr. 37 min.) to get the job done...
...agitators into the streets. For two days they ran wild, ignoring Larrazábal's sportsmanlike concession of defeat-big news itself in a continent accustomed to ending vote counts with cries of fraud. Only a cloud of army tear gas stopped them. And although Ground Forces Commander Marco Aurelio Moros declared himself "sure that the armed forces will respect the will of the people," Pérez Jiménez-coddled officers have long been unshakably opposed to Betancourt...
Scouting for the Khan. In a season when all the streets of Manhattan's theater section seem eastbound,* assembling this chorus line took on a scope that recalled nothing less than the recruitment of Kublai Khan's harem. Like the Great Khan's emissaries-who, Marco Polo reported, graded their finds "at 16, 17 and 18 or more carats, according to the greater or lesser degree of beauty"-Rodgers and Hammerstein operatives went to work in Hong Kong, Paris, London, San Francisco, Chicago and New York. Director Gene Kelly and Choreographer Carol Haney scoured theaters, nightclubs...
...nine years since Mao Tse-tung took ' power in Peking, China has become shrouded in a fog of ignorance almost as thick as in the days of Marco Polo. Three weeks ago, determined to separate fact from fiction, TIME correspondents in 13 bureaus around the world began a mass assault on the Bamboo Curtain. Their chief weapons: interviews with scores of latter-day Marco Polos ranging from British M.P.s to Argentine M.D.s, plus a mining of the exhaustive studies of Red China now being carried out in U.S. and British universities, and intelligence findings in many nations. Piece...
...Negro was saying in time to the music as we fell up the stairs and fell in the door. There was action, it was going, we were digging. Marco in his beard in a corner yelling drunkenly and ripping the insides out of the piano. Three people stripped to the waist and wrestling in another corner. And the music roared up in great billows and explosions of sound, washing over all of us, filling the room like a gas, putting...