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...circles, cross-hatchings, and ominous notes like: "The Kamenski shown here is not the general of that name on Map 70." Facing each map is a dense page of breathless prose: "Part of the Russian first and second lines now toughly reformed and began firing wildly to the rear; Murat's leading divisions seemed hopelessly trapped. Instead, the cavalry of the Guard burst forward." Or: "On 11 October, Bernadotte halted short of Munich in a cloud of alarmist reports." If passages are inadvertently funny, the book is nonetheless a bugle blast to bring every armchair general snapping to wild...
...country, belly clubs have never been bigger, especially in Detroit, Boston and Chicago, and even in small towns; one of the best dancers, a Turkish girl named Semra, works at a roadhouse outside Bristol, Conn. The girls are kept booked and moving by several agents, notably voluble, black-bearded Murat Somay, a Manhattan Turk who is the Sol Hurok of the central abdomen. He can offer nine Turkish girls, plans to import at least 15 more. But a great many of the dancers are more or less native. Sometimes they get their initial experience in church haflis, conducted by Lebanese...
Corn from Clem. At the big banquet, in the hot, stuffy Shriners' Murat Temple, Adlai Stevenson, the principal speaker, sweated like a Fourth of July orator. His speech somehow missed the mark with the 1,000 Democratic diners, although Adlai had tried to cut it to their measure. "The Republican Party is so deeply split," he said, "that it cannot pursue consistent policies anywhere . . . Drift, division and demoralization have for 20 months obscured American purposes, discredited American leadership, and heightened the perils and tensions in this tense and perilous world at home and abroad...
...stepped into the command with no illusions of cheap successes or quick victory. Little known outside France, he was a cold, distant figure when he arrived in Saigon and took steps to make himself inconspicuous and to avoid the press. With his chic blonde wife (a descendant of Joachim Murat, the Napoleonic King of Naples), he moved into the rambling residence of the commander in chief. ("Why," exclaimed Mme. Navarre when she first saw the big place, "it's like a railway station!") For weeks he toured the vast conglomerations of forts, villages, roadblocks, airfields and remote outposts which...
...usually intimate gatherings. "He is just a retiring man who suffers in society," says his only son, Jacques, 27, who is a businessman in Paris. Attractive to women, a man of taste (his Paris apartment houses a Goya, a Reynolds, a portrait of Madame's distinguished Napoleonic ancestor Murat), and a fancier of cats (because of their independence and aloofness), he was once described by a friend: "There is an 18th century fragrance about him. He is a portrait on a cameo from the time of Louis XV. One almost expects ruffles and a powdered wig." But another friend...