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...weeks later, Costa Rican Communist Boss Manuel Mora flew into Havana. That same night on TV, Castro took 15 minutes to denounce Costa Rica's Figueres as a "bad friend, a bad democrat and a bad revolutionary." Apparently freshly filled in on Costa Rican political gossip, Castro said that Figueres "left the presidency of the republic with more land than when he began his term. I will leave with less land...
...into a nightmare. Said Artzy Vokeris, 53, in his broken English: "Lights out. Ship prow cut all lines. Gas steam in. Everybody trapped in room and can't see. I crawl on floor to get out. Butler and McKay right where collision is. Nobody see them anywhere. Joe Mora try to climb out porthole and pull self on deck. He fall in water. Everybody throw him life jacket, but I don't see him no more." Total dead: four Valchem seamen...
...scientists, unwound mummies, vampires, hyperpituitary apes, cat men, spacemen and skirt-chasing tyrannosaurs. Here budgets are low, actors obscure (Bela Lugosi is dead and Boris Karloff has graduated to TV) and taglines visceral: The Man Who Turned to Stone ("Incredible revelations from the blackest annals of medicine!"), Zombies of Mora Tau ("A tide of terror!''), Half Human ("Half-man, half-beast, but ALL MONSTER...
...there are no forced milk deliveries, the farmers are producing as many calves as they can, and every yard of arable land is heavily planted. Said an old peasant: "Today if we waste land, it is money out of our own pockets." The geese and hogs that waddle across Mora-wice's bumpy main street are 100% capitalist-owned...
...Farmer Gunnar Larsson had good reason to feel discouraged. He had tried the 50-mile grind in eight previous races and never finished better than fourth. Now he was 35, and the long trail that led from Sälen, near the Norwegian border, to the small town of Mora, deep in the picturesque province of Dalecarlia, looked tougher than ever. Weather on the course veered from dim to foul. At the starting line, mist lay heavy over the hilltops, and skis had to be waxed carefully for cold snow. Later the trail wound into warmer valleys, and Gunnar would...