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Before heading northward to Canada on his way home, Eden summed up: "We covered, I think, pretty well every imaginable topic while we went through these three days of discussion. We found a wider measure of agreement on them than I had expected when we arrived here ... I don't think we can have too much of this sort of mixing up, and I am sure it is an advantage . . ." He added a personal note: "These have been the most encouraging three days I have spent among you in Washington -and I have been on many journeys...
...world's strangest streams, the Mojave (pronounced Mohahvee) is born in the snow melt of the San Bernardinos, disappears underground, here and there marking its strange northward course by popping unaccountably above the .surface of the sand. At one place, east of Victorville, Calif., it forms a subterranean reservoir as big as Tahoe, the state's largest lake...
Like a tortoise shell on Asia's back, Afghanistan lies athwart the spiny Hindu Kush mountains, sloping northward to the Oxus River and Russia, eastward to the Khyber Pass. Perhaps no land has been so trodden upon by history and yet kept its independence. Darius, Alexander, Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Babur all invaded it. In the 19th century the British Empire, following a northwesterly course, approached the Hindu Kush and southward-marching Russians. In the end, Britain and the Czars, fearful of what might happen if their armies met, agreed to keep Afghanistan as a buffer state...
...Moving northward from Manhattan's Times Square through the garish canyon of Seventh Avenue, the traveler finds a varied evening cacophony. Bus engines whine. Subway trains roar through sidewalk gratings. On a corner a Salvation Army band pleads Onward! Christian Soldiers. Suddenly, through an open door, comes a shattering crash and a high-pitched wail, and a competing hymn bounces through the tortured air: When the Saints Go Marching...
...pigeon-toed as Betty Boop. Along the line two gloves and a skirt fly off; then, as suddenly sultry as the sirocco, Lola wheels to flaunt the angular arabesques of Theda Bara, flicks a shapely backside at her prey, slides out of a pair of lace panties, and departs northward to bump and grind in the old-fashioned tradition of burlesque. Pleased and bewildered, Ballplayer Joe sits happily helpless through it all, and in the end goes back to his wife, just as he intended from the beginning...