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...Hanoi it was the hour of the siesta. A Chinese soup vendor beat a hollow stick on a block of wood, click-clack-click, to proclaim his wares. Beyond the lake, in the pagoda of the Seven Crows, a wizened old man in a black robe bent in prayer before a dim effigy of the great Buddha. On the deserted curb five tattered Vietnamese newsboys were playing "to'," an Eastern version of craps...
...little teaser ads that spoke cryptically of "transmogrification," the news was broken gently to San Franciscans. After 40 years of looking more like the inside of an old Moulmein pagoda than a retail store, S. & G. Gump Co., the pride of Post Street, was Westernizing itself. On its temple-quiet second floor, the famed Treasure, Ivory, Porcelain and Lotus rooms, which had ranked with the Cliff House and Chinatown as S&iA Francisco tourist attractions, were ruthlessly torn out. Gump's was spending $150,000 to streamline one of the Occident's richest treasure houses of the Orient...
Death Among the Blossoms. A grimy, black-toothed Buddhist monk, leaning over a balcony in red-walled, pagoda-roofed Chi Ming (Temple of the Crowing Cock), nods his head down the mountainside toward Lotus Lake. "The willow trees," he says, "are very beautiful this year, but no one seems to care." The willows are blossoming with delicate, pale-green traceries. Peach and cherry blossoms are out, too. Along the top of the crenelated wall that surrounds the city, daisies, pansies and violets bloom. But few notice them in this unhappy spring...
...behind his house, and taken a vow of chastity (he has eight
children). Thakin Nu's friends said that he was devoting himself to
becoming a Buddha 999 worlds from now. Recently, Thakin Nu and
thousands of other residents
John Christopher Kehoe likes to rear back in his wheel chair and bellow: "Want to see my horns? I've got them. I fight chickens, you know. I'm proud of it-keeps me alive." Last week, he was wheeled into a pagoda-shaped, whitewashed building outside Orlando, Fla. and sat, grim and lordly (in a pit-side box built specially for him and his wheel chair). John Kehoe's hand trembled as one of his game cocks, a fierce looking grey muff, was brought into the pit, weighed and made ready for battle...