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...interview was entitled "My Tearful Early Days of Marriage," and in it Mrs. Sato described the Premier as about as fierce an old-style Japanese husband as can be imagined-a rake, a wife-beater and a man so taciturn that he never consulted his wife on anything. It was not only an uncommonly candid flashback of the Satos' early wedded life but a commentary on the old code and how it has been broken. And the source was the woman whose husband heads one of the most industrialized and progressive nations in the world...
There is probably no more awesome weapon in use in Viet Nam today than the U.S. Air Force's high-flying B-52 Stratofortress. From the Demilitarized Zone to the Ca Mau Peninsula, the land shows countless scars-spots that look as if a giant rake had swept over them, long parallel lines of deep craters walking across the plains and over the mountains. The scars are the result of tons of explosives rained down in an "Arc Light" mission, a B-52 attack...
Even when Heath attacked Wilson, he ran into trouble. Addressing a Conservative rally at Wembley last week, he called Wilson's record "the Rake's Progress" and his economic forecast "hooey" and "complacent nonsense." The British are not used to such harsh, direct attacks on their politicians, and Heath's blast prompted that unorthodox but stoutly Tory peer Lord Boothby to come to Wilson's defense. Boothby rose in the House of Lords and, in ironic tones, took note of Wilson's ability to recover. "The Prime Minister may not walk on the water today...
Waving a white handkerchief and sternly pointing his finger, he told the perspiring crowd: "We must not be lazy. This could destroy the country." Zambia's Vice President, Simon Kapwepwe, put it even more dramatically. Brandishing a pick, a shovel and a rake in his hand at another rally, he proclaimed: "No sweat, no sweet...
...Goodman ran across the back yard, down a steep embankment to the edge of a small stream where the boys had been playing. Kenneth was nowhere in sight. But two snarling German shepherds and a stray boxer were. The dogs lunged. Mrs. Goodman kept them at bay with a rake, and Gene scrambled onto the limb of a fallen tree to escape their fanged jaws. "Don't let the dogs get me," he pleaded...