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...placards simply inscribed "no." But Verwoerd's main worry is the threat of widespread defections among his own 1.7 million Afrikaners, many of whom showed signs of losing enthusiasm for their long-proclaimed desire to break South Africa's ties with the British crown. In Johannesburg the Rand Daily Mail's poll of 100 people named Van der Merwe (the Afrikaner equivalent of Jones or Smith) found only 33 in favor of a republic, 20 opposed and the rest undecided...
Divorced. By Sally Rand, 58, and still waving her fans after 28 years: Fred J. Lalla, 41, a Las Vegas real estate dealer and her third husband; after six years of marriage, in Las Vegas...
...Hong Kong Airport has solved its space problem by building a runway 8,350 feet into Hong Kong bay. Miami has a new $350,000 radar approach system. Near San Francisco, the Federal Aviation Agency is building an ultramodern, $5,000,000 radar air-traffic control center, whose Remington Rand electronic brain will track all aircraft in a three-state zone. Hardest-to-lick problem thus far is jet noise, but airport officials hope that the new turbofan jet engines will eventually alleviate even that drawback of the jets. Dulles Airport is planting 80,000 trees around...
...halo tradition are Stuart Symington (Doubleday; $3.95), This Is Humphrey (Doubleday; $3.95), The Real Nixon (Rand McNally; $3.95), and Nelson Rockefeller (Harper; $5.50). All four are tender love letters that would do credit to Elizabeth ("Let me count the ways") Barrett Browning. The Rockefeller book is an attempt to bring a glittering millionaire down to the aw-shucks level, e.g., he got a niggardly 25?-a-week allowance as a boy, didn't go to "any exclusive preparatory school," but to Manhattan's progressive Lincoln. It also contains some odd facts about the Governor...
...tall, white-haired Prime Minister beamed as he walked back to his box after inspecting the prize cattle at the annual Rand Show in Johannesburg's Milner Park. It was a warm, sunny Saturday, and Hendrik Verwoerd's speech had been particularly suitable for the 50th anniversary of South African nationhood. "We shall not be killed!" he shouted to the thousands of whites in the grandstand. "We shall fight for our existence, and we shall survive." He took his seat beside his wife Betsie, not noticing David Pratt, a wispy, 54-year-old Transvaal farmer in green tweeds...