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...scene was the living room of a Viet Cong representative in Pnompenh, the capital of Cambodia. While reporters, photographers and onlookers milled around, a bespectacled man named Nguyen Van Hieu, the representative in Cambodia of the National Liberation Front and a member of its Central Committee, brought off the elaborately staged affair like an experienced master of ceremonies. In a move obviously calculated to encourage dissent against the Viet Nam war in the U.S., the Viet Cong "symbolically" turned over three U.S. prisoners of war to an American antiwar activist, Thomas Hayden. The hope was, said Hieu piously, that...
...ceremony, sitting behind a long table next to Hieu; the Viet Cong kept Johnson in the next room, explaining that he was too sick with dysentery to appear. The three had been prisoners in the Mekong Delta, and it had taken them, said Hayden, a month to reach Pnompenh from there, "under strafing, bombing and reconnaissance." All three remained in Viet Cong hands after the meeting ended, presumably pending negotiations on getting them out of Cambodia, with which the U.S. has no relations...
...noblest remnants of Asia's past, she could almost be the private citizen she wished to be: the ordinary tourist looking, touching and marveling. It was a brief respite, however, on her tour of Cambodian Prince Norodom Sihanouk's Khmer Kingdom (see color opposite). Flying from Pnompenh to the port city of Sihanoukville last week to dedicate a street named for John F. Kennedy, Jackie soon had to cope with her host's propensity for using her presence as a publicity platform to the world...
...what is usually the first-class lounge. The Pope, Women's Wear Daily noted in its distinctively catty way, is given no better treatment. In Bangkok, she was met by Thai officials, slept at the Thai government's guesthouse before being ferried on to Pnompenh by a U.S. Air Force...
Light Lunch. From Pnompenh, the Kennedy party flew on to Angkor-a mysterious, romantic relic of the great Khmer civilization that vanished in war and bloodshed some time in the 15th century. Besides barring newsmen for most of the stay, the Cambodian hosts set up a "picnic lunch" (five dishes and two wines) for the tourists under tall hardwood trees, charmed them with the soft sounds of tiny gongs, cymbals and bamboo flutes. "Magnificent, magnificent," was Jackie's description of the ruins...