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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...archdeacon, his fellow churchmen and a goodly number of British city fathers were outraged by the ease with which Britons could obtain contraceptives at any hour of the night by dropping 2 shillings in a slot machine handily placed before closed stores. This service was damned last week by the British Association of Municipal Corporations as "harmful and dangerous to the individual and the state, especially to young people." The association wanted the government to ban the slot machines...
State of Siege. One night, in a village restaurant between the Black Sea and Ankara, my dinner was interrupted by a group of grizzled oldsters drinking raki (grape brandy). One called across the smoky room: "When are you Americans going to stop the Russians?" No country in the West so deeply hates and fears the Russians. Turkey lives in a state of siege. Russian propagandists have been claiming Turkey's eastern provinces for the Soviet motherland. Radio Sofia purrs the happy lot of Bulgaria's Turkish minority; Radio Azerbaijan calls on all Kurds, including Turkey...
...night Turkish police watch the massive, drafty Soviet embassy in Ankara and the consulate general in Istanbul. Russian cars are trailed relentlessly. (Sometimes four or five Russians will dash out, separate, pile into different automobiles before the one or two Turkish police can figure out which car to follow.) Counter-espionage is big business here. From the time any foreigner, from private citizen to ambassador, enters the country, his movements are known. A vast army of full-time and part-time informers keeps Turkish intelligence posted on who goes where, who meets whom, who said what. Turkey's jittery...
Laureano (no other name is needed to identify him in Colombia) is the country's Mr. Conservative, a blown-in-the-bottle Bourbon whom Liberals passionately hate. On the night of the April 9 riots, mobs of frenzied men seeking to avenge the assassination of Liberal Chieftain Jorge Eliecer Gaitan, surged through Bogota's gutted streets screaming: "We want the head of Laureano!" At that time Laureano was presiding over the Bogota hemispheric conference as Colombia's foreign minister. He barely escaped the rioters (they burned down his house and the plant of his newspaper El Siglo...
Last week Mrs. Cohen was able to sum up her experience: "What a headache being lucky can be!" Soon after the first night's excitement, the Cohens learned what it was like to be continually annoyed and worried. After a tractor was delivered at the apartment, they took steps to head off a deluge of heating units, thousands of cans of food, lawnmowers, furniture for bedroom and living room...