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PHILADELPHIA, HERE I COME! A son of the Ould Sod cuts 'through the Irish mist that envelops his boyhood village as he sets out for a metropolis in an alien land. Playwright Brian Friel tells his tale with invention and compassion...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Television: Nov. 11, 1966 | 11/11/1966 | See Source »

...aided by Communists and the Komeito (Clean Government Party)-who for the past three months have charged Sato's Cabinet with everything from fraud and embezzlement to improper installation of a toilet. As a result of those tactics, Japanese politics last week were wreathed in kuroikiri-a "black mist" of corruption and influence peddling, rumors and countercharges...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Japan: Black Mist & Banana Skins | 11/4/1966 | See Source »

Eloquent Apologies. Sato has responded to the opposition's charges with eloquent apologies and promises to clear the black mist. If he can hang on until Dec. 1 without firing the accused ministers and thus tacitly acknowledge that his critics are right, he will doubtless keep his Liberal Democratic Party leadership. Then he could call a general election in January-before the squabbling Socialists and their allies could unite in opposition. The "Red Guards" could disrupt that timetable. Last week they were ripening a banana scandal, charging that government officials had accepted $60,000 for favors to banana importers...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Japan: Black Mist & Banana Skins | 11/4/1966 | See Source »

...week. This week the flags go back to full staff as the university and the capital attempt to return to normal. That may take a while. The 17 chimes in the tower from which Charlie Whitman shot peal each quarter-hour, resounding over the tree-shaded campus and the mist-mantled hills beyond...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: The Madman in the Tower | 8/12/1966 | See Source »

Fluttering high above the craggy mountains and lush rolling hills in northern Thailand, the tiny, single-engine aircraft picked its way through the mist, in search of a village airstrip. "I think that's it," the pilot shouted to a companion over the whine of the engine. Dipping down through the clouds, the plane came in at treetop level, then bounced into a 700-ft. clearing. Eager tribeswomen in turbans and blue-striped frocks rushed toward the visitors, smiling through betel-stained teeth. Their menfolk set about happily unloading medicine, food, seed and other supplies. "This...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Thailand: Where We're a Little Ahead | 8/12/1966 | See Source »

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