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...Circle. "The house quivered, windows rattled, and my three dogs started barking." What Sotkajarvi apparently saw in the early afternoon of Dec. 28 was a runaway cruise missile fired from either a submarine or a ship during Soviet naval maneuvers in the Barents Sea, northeast of the Scandinavian Peninsula. Norwegian radar tracked the supersonic object as it crossed the Pasvik River on the Soviet-Norwegian border; it headed southwest toward Lake Inari in Finland, where it disappeared...
...said that the Italians taught him several new swear words, and that he spent the ten days "paying undue attention to a cute, redheaded Norwegian girl," attention that was very much reciprocated...
DIED. Trygve Bratteli, 74, shoemaker's son who twice became Prime Minister of Norway; of a stroke; in Oslo. Known as the Norwegian Sphinx for his quiet authority, Bratteli organized his country's underground resistance to the Nazis in 1940; after his capture two years later, he survived six concentration camps. To a political opponent, the slight, ascetic Bratteli was "one of a dying race of social democrats who came from a poor background and made his way through the hard sweat of his own labor...
Mondale was known as the "man who dares to be cautious," or as Norwegian wood. He was the first to admit that he was stuck with himself. "What you see is what you get," he said. On bread-and-butter issues, Mondale did not stray much from the oldtime Democratic religion he had learned from Hubert Humphrey. He spoke a sweet and moving message about the values of America. In Cleveland, toward the end of the campaign, he explained his political vision: "We must strengthen, defend, preserve and comfort one another." Mondale paraphrased the words of John Winthrop...
...successes. In any case, he had no political traction. For some reason, people heard not so much the substance of his words as his voice, an instrument that tended to reduce his strongest convictions to a whine. Maybe it was the upper Midwest talking, the boyhood as a Norwegian minister's son. In the vibrations of his voice, like wind through fence wire on a gray day, one heard the coming of a Minnesota winter...