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Last week the British Medical Jour nal finally noted some encouraging news for cold-sore sufferers; in Paris, a team of Pasteur Institute virologists, led by Dr. Pierre Lépine, has developed a vaccine that shows definite promise. They grew herpes simplex virus in cultures of kidney cells taken from sheep embryos; then the live virus was inactivated by exposure to ultraviolet light. As part of the testing program, the vaccine was injected into 20 patients who suffered from recurrent cold sores. After one year, eleven of the patients have had no recurrence of their herpes simplex eruptions, seven...
...likes of me, to whom Jackie Kennedy worship is just one more instance of mass subliminal brainwashing, your Aug. 28th cover story on the down-to-earth charms of Lady Bird Johnson was like a freshening wind through Texas loblolly pine. I can think of no happier new casts for the much-abused American-woman image here and abroad than the zest, common sense and candor of this new First Lady...
Prescott, Ariz., nestles in a mile-high bowl amid the pine-covered knobs of the Bradshaw and San Prieto mountains. It was there that Grandfather "Big Mike" Goldwater, the Jewish peddler, settled in 1875, laid the foundation of a prosperous family merchandising business. It was in Prescott that Uncle Morris Goldwater served as a Democratic mayor for 26 years. It was in Prescott that Barry Goldwater himself made the opening speeches in his two successful campaigns for the U.S. Senate. And it was to Prescott (pop. 13,000), his "lucky town," that Barry returned last week for the formal kickoff...
This abode of mine Adjoins a pine grove, Sitting on the blue sea. And from its humble eaves Commands a view of soaring Fuji...
...wintry mornings, when the sun burns off the pearl and filthy mist, Fuji still soars beyond the freeway. And every week a dozen tank cars rumble through the pine grove of the Imperial Palace, hosing dust and soot from the drooping needles. The harbor itself, and the once limpid Sumida River where warrior-poets repaired, are now thick with wastes-both human and industrial. Yet there is scarcely a resident of Tokyo who could not compose a stately, sympathetic waka in the shade of his humble eaves...