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Succession. Briskly, Attorney Sims intoned the contents of five official letters, worked out only moments before in a back-room huddle with the state board of hospital supervisors. One pair of letters, signed by the Governor, the Lieutenant Governor, and the state senate president pro tern, announced the discharge of Jesse Bankston, director of state hospitals, and Dr. Charles Belcher, acting director of Southeast Louisiana Hospital, where Earl Long had been committed by his wife Blanche (who by now had fled the state). The second pair of letters announced Long's appointment of two of his oldtime cronies...
...Sudanese desire for reforms, said that "the Sudanese nation is still at the rear of the caravan" of progress. But there wars pointed evidence that the two had plotted against the Abboud regime. Witnesses testified that Shennan told an army captain in, of all unlikely places, the public reading room of Khartoum's Sudanese Cultural Center that "nobody believes there has been a revolution in this country, not even we, the members of the Supreme Council." Others said that the plotters advocated a purge of the army, with its "corruption inherited from the British," and a return to semicivilian...
...royal bridge, just below the ship's navigating bridge, Philip handed Ike his binoculars for a better view of the St. Lambert lock as its gates swung open to receive the Britannia. Later, in the state dining room, where a U-shaped mahogany table was set with crested white bone china, the royal couple and their 56 guests sat down in Chippendale chairs for a lunch of soft-boiled eggs on mousse of foie gras, garnished chicken, strawberry ice bombe, three wines...
Last week's audience applauded Haydn's stargazing to the rafters, and the critics beamed. Nobody seemed to mind that Haydn's outer space was shaped remarkably like an 18th century Viennese drawing room...
Ants in the Plants. That the Post gets out at all is a minor miracle. Beneath a giant Moreton Bay fig tree in Port Moresby (pop. 7,000), the Post's termite-honeycombed headquarters has been flooded eight times during monsoons. Twice the composing room has been invaded by serpents-a ten-foot python, a rare and venomous taipan-which were pelted to death by ingots of type metal. One night a horde of winged ants, attracted by the lights, swarmed in to lay a living veneer on the Linotype machines, jam the works with their bodies; a mechanic...