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...cantered in. Unmannerly broncos and bucking Brahman bulls were replaced by mannerly hunters and harness ponies, five-gaited mares that would no more buck than fly. The crowd was different too: vulgar cheers were taboo; from the Golden Oval of boxes came only polite applause, an occasional bravo that rang no rafters. With its black toppers, red tail coats and trumpets signaling the start of Manhattan's social season, last week the 63rd National Horse Show was in full swing...
...town of Rawalpindi, on the precarious frontier where India and Pakistan contend for the rich prize of Kashmir, an assassin's bullets rang out this week. They hit and fatally wounded Liaquat Ali Khan, 56, the chubby, able and moderate Prime Minister of Pakistan as he was making a speech to a crowded meeting. His assassin, a Moslem fanatic of a sect which favors holy war against India, was reportedly "torn to pieces" by the crowd...
TIME's TRIBUTE TO COMMANDER IN CHIEF DE LATTRE AND FRANCE RESURGENT [SEPT. 24] EVOKES IN THE BREASTS OF PEOPLE WHO COUNT FREEDOM FIRST SOMETHING OF THE EXALTATION THAT ELECTRIFIED AMERICAN AUDIENCES DURING WORLD WAR I WHEN "THE MARSEILLAISE' RANG OUT . . . TODAY LET'S EQUIP FRANCE'S MACARTHUR TO CONSOLIDATE HIS TREMENDOUS GAINS TOWARD ENDING WORLD CHAOS...
...behind Dreyer's Market, in Irvington, N.J., and its showcases and chopping block were lost in gloom. Nevertheless, as Patrolman John Hughes squinted cautiously through the shop's window, he was certain that something which looked extraordinarily like a leg of lamb was prowling around inside. He rang for reinforcements. Two squad cars screeched up. A phalanx of coppers tumbled into the meat-shop, pistols drawn, flashlights glaring. On the floor sat a blond, blue-eyed, six-year-old boy. He was playing trains with some sausage...
...with his arty New York friends never got in each other's way. The doctor insists that he fed raw material to the writer, but the proof is plain that the writer (yanking out his typewriter to slap down a few sentences before the doctor's phone rang again) never got the material into satisfying shape. Williams' first books were privately printed, sold not at all and were usually bought up by Writer Williams with the money Dr. Williams passed him. A nonintellectual, he says, he made close friends with the little magazine intellectuals...