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Dogged Devotion. Princeton, N.J., the Hotel Cecil, London, Villa Paquita, Juan-les-Pins, France, La Paix, Rodger's Ford, Towson, Md., and the Garden of Allah Hotel, Hollywood, are the datelines of his letters, and they are printed by Editor Turnbull, who is also Fitzgerald's biographer, in the sensible fashion of grouping them with the people they were addressed to. Mostly they are to his mother, his daughter, his agent, his editor at Scribner (Maxwell Perkins), to his old Princeton pals, Wilson and John Peale Bishop. What shines through them all is his dogged devotion...
Frost still silvered the trees on Strasbourg's Avenue de la Paix last week as Charles de Gaulle stood up and peeled off his khaki greatcoat. Before 2,800 officers summoned from Algeria, Germany and France, he launched into a sonorous speech commemorating the 17th anniversary of Strasbourg's liberation by French tanks. "France," declared its President, "is again menaced, body and soul." Later, staring icily at a tight-lipped audience that included 80 generals and admirals, President de Gaulle turned abruptly to the force that menaces France more urgently than any outside invader: its divided, disaffected army...
LECBA ELIEZER CADET Port-de-Paix, Haiti...
...grown Haitians there have never seen a white man. Afro-Haitian (voodoo) gods sometimes command their worshipers to remove strangers, like Barker, posthaste from the premises. But mustachioed Paul Barker, a former merchant seaman, chemist and Baptist minister, somehow managed to get along. On the northern seacoast near Port Paix, a local landowner and amateur ethnologist-who is also a voodoo potentate-helped Barker excavate the townsite where the gold pendants were found. Tense moments came when it was reported that the god Dambala had ordered Barker's expulsion. But the local voodoo expert sent off messages...
...squeal out of you." Someone cried: "Is this a press conference or a propaganda meeting?" With a triumphant wave of his fist, Khrushchev shouted back: "Propaganda!" Then he toasted the crowd with a glass of mineral water and, winking jovially, called out his favorite French catch phrase: "Vive la paix...