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...free choked channels of trade, "keep the lines of peace open," prepare for post-war dislocation. U. S. strength: the "tremendous picture of the possibilities of peaceful life" that the U. S. offers. U. S. weakness : that U. S. economy, if not readjusted internationally, will no longer mesh with war-created economics overseas. The answer: "To you all things are possible; all questions have answers; all wrongs can be righted; all hopes can be fulfilled." Specific Berle prods to youthful imaginations: international health units working together in devastated areas; international transport pools moving goods where they are needed; bankers pooling...
...hours with you." Elaine implored. "I don't want you for keeps, John, but I must have you back for a little while. All I want is 24 hours of bliss. Look at me, John." John looked. Elaine the Eyeful was wearing a slinky, low-cut gold mesh gown. John bussed her zestfully. Diana scrammed. Shortly afterwards John and Elaine left. They went to the Hotel Navarro. Fifteen blissful hours later. John emerged. Cocking a baggy but eloquent eye, he confided: "I'm back with my sweetsie...
...Edmondo Rossoni, Minister of Agriculture, gentlest Cabinet Minister, who used to see everybody, promise everything, do nothing. Stanch friend to Soviet Ambassador Boris Stein, he had hoped that the Moscow-Berlin and Rome-Berlin Axes might mesh...
...last season Paris turned to the Renaissance, resurrected for hats the snood worn by Beatrice d'Este. It caught on, and the Paris openings last month brought worse news to hairdressers. The simple snood-which caught back hair in a mesh bag-had been developed into what was called "back interest." The 1939 snood, balancing front-tipped hats, almost completely encased the hair in fabric-jersey, velvet, grosgrain-nullifying the hairdressers...
...patient Secretary of Agriculture Henry Agard Wallace has probably laid the biggest egg. Weary Mr. Wallace, toiling like Tantalus in Hades, has pushed the farm problem up the hill countless times, only to have it roll back and crush him anew each & every time. Trapped in a six-year mesh of cumbrous grabbag legislation, alternately burned by droughts* and swamped by bounteous Nature's overproduction, still he comes up with a dogged smile, pushes his greying cowlick out of his eyes, and tackles the irresistible forces with new enthusiasm. But still U. S. farmers rate...