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...dingy, one-room flat on the Rue Bonaparte, oil lamps and candles light up the empire fauteuils, the portraits of Napoleon and the etchings of Napoleon's greatest battles. Fèvre has never ridden in the subway or a bus; he steadfastly refuses to switch on an electric light or read a daily paper. "What men call progress," he says bitterly, "is nothing but a sham. Transportation has improved, but noble sentiments become rarer...
Browder was kicked out of the party. Just to keep him on ice, Moscow commissioned him to act as an agent in the U.S. for Soviet publishers. In a one-room office on 42nd Street, he smoked his pipe and stared into space, loyally mumbling the line that the assassination of his character was only an "incidental of a political struggle." It was as close to accuracy as Comrade Browder ever...
When the news hit, the telephone operators in Arco's one-room exchange above the Dee Hotel plugged in every line in Butte County, ringing telephones all up & down the Big Lost River Valley. A man from Pocatello, who had just been offered a one-story building for $10,000, walked across the street to look at another site. When he got back, he found the price had jumped to $17,500. Soon, jalopies were pounding into town and Arco's streets were jammed with jubilant wheat farmers and ranchers, shouting, cheering and recklessly counting their future wealth...
...Factories. Like the movement he headed for over 20 years, Chaim Weizmann was born in one of the darkest corners of the Pale of Settlement, where the Russian Czars allowed the Jews to live. His father was a small timber merchant in the muddy village of Motol in the Pripet Marshes. One of twelve brothers & sisters, he went to school in the one-room village cheder, where the rabbi's goat stumbled about among the drying wash and tumbling babies. There and later in Pinsk, young Weizmann studied the Torah, got his first furtive glimpses of scientific books (forbidden...
...passage for a visit. Armed with hundreds of lollipops for the children, McAllister went. He saw nearly all his families. The children had been taught to say: "How do you do, Uncle Bob. Welcome to Finland." Last week McAllister returned happily to the U.S. and to his lonely one-room apartment in The Bronx. He hoped to save enough in two years to visit Finland again...