Word: noonday
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...mother who starves herself to buy her son's art supplies, and the chance meeting, when all seems darkest, with the count's fair young daughter. Now and then the prose gavottes giddily from its stolid march formation ("Before his sun of life had reached its noonday zenith, he returned to the inscrutable Infinite . . ."), and the author is too fond of teasingly retrieving his hero from the brink of fleshly ruin...
...visited last week-Michigan, Minnesota, Kansas and California-onlookers responded to the President's ready grin and two-armed wave with the kind of heartfelt affection that neither Jack Kennedy nor Dick Nixon (nor any other living U.S. politician) arouses. In San Francisco, a cheering, confetti-hurling noonday crowd of nearly 250,000 gave him the city's warmest welcome since General Douglas MacArthur came home from Japan in 1951. And Ike, almost visibly proud of his drawing power, loved every minute of it. Many could be heard to say that he could be re-elected today...
...year from $65 million to $100 million, the profits to double to $6 a share. To help keep ahead of the imitators, the company last week put on sale a canned liquid Metrecal, which is easier for paunch-conscious businessmen to keep unrefrigerated in a desk drawer for their noonday meal...
...noonday all Havana closed down. Supporters were trucked in from the countryside to join Habaneras who were given a half-holiday for a "Date with the Fatherland." After the standard delay, during which the crowd of 300,000 sharpened its appetite by shouting "Fidel, give it to the Yankees," Castro arrived. He shouted to the mob, which he called "this free and sovereign assembly," that "no nation of Latin America tas dared to have diplomatic relations with the Popular Republic of [Communist] China. The Revolutionary Government wishes to ask the people if it wants to establish relations." The chant rose...
...MAGICIAN OF LUBLIN, by Isaac Bashevis Singer (246 pp.; Noonday; $3.50), is a tender, philosophical tale about Yasha Mazur, who makes his living in the circuses and theaters of 19th century Poland. He can skate on the high wire, eat fire, swallow swords, open any safe or lock (if Yasha had chosen crime, they said in Lublin, no one's house would be safe), and, above all, charm any woman. Blithely, he considers himself neither Jew nor gentile: there is a Supreme Being, he decides, but one who reveals himself to no one and gives no indication of what...