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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Northern Rhodesia. In a more hopeful mood, Northern Rhodesians trooped to the polls last week to elect new members of the legislative council, under new provisions that increased the number of registered black voters from an absurd four in 1954 to 7,617 (out of a total black population of 2,500,000). Once again the basic issue was whether there should be a Federation at all. Burly Federal Prime Minister Sir Roy Welensky, who in the face of increasingly insistent African demands has grown less and less keen about any actual partnership, plunged into the territorial campaign with...
...insists that he wants to stay in the Commonwealth; he believes his people will fare better at London's hands than at those of the white settlers of Rhodesia. When Nyasaland is on its own, he says, he would keep a number of European Cabinet Ministers (even the most sympathetic Europeans are appalled by his lack of economic realism about a poor country that must be heavily subsidized to stay alive). An emotional, erratic man, he warned just before being carted off to jail: "They will stop nothing by my arrest. Nyasaland is awake...
...Gnostic material," and apparently was compiled by a Gnostic who arbitrarily put the collection under the authority of the Apostle Thomas.-* Says Cullmann: "Our four canonical Gospels are the only ones on which we can rely. Again and again we must marvel at the fact that from the large number of primitive Christian writings only those were accepted as canonical which really came from the oldest time and which were free from heretical tendencies...
...Peter's on the site of his supposed tomb in an ancient cemetery, and in the present 16th century basilica, the tomb of Peter traditionally lies beneath the Altar of the Confession (reserved to the Pope himself). Over the past 20 years, careful digging has uncovered a number of Christian tombs beneath the altar, with the strong probability that one of them was Peter's; but there was no name or sign to mark it-only a maze of graffiti, scratchings of names, initials and symbols on the ancient stones...
What the critters lacked in talent they made up in hard work. They wiggled through more walking lessons than Brigitte Bardot, and rasped themselves raw-handed to perfect the fast draw. Times without number they blasted holes in their own britches, and one of them, while poking his hat brim with a pistol, accidentally shot his own sideburns off. They became the prima donnas of horse opera, and sometimes it seemed as if they would rather pull hair than triggers. "Oh, Hugh O'Brian doesn't matter," Dale Robertson sniffed recently. "He's just a itty-bitty...