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...days we came to a village where all Indians were completely nude. We saw an airplane caught in the branches of a big tree. A few hours later we met Redfern. He was dressed in a ragged singlet and underpants. He looked like a man over 40, hobbling on rude crutches made of tree branches and liana. He found difficulty at first speaking English, but evidently he had been expecting to be found. Williams gave him a biscuit and some tinned meat...
Sherbrooke, Quebec Sirs: It is with genuine regret that I read James C. Barton's letter in TIME, Jan. 27-rotten taste and damned rude. Let me assure you that some of us Britishers do not have ''so strong a sense of humor." For shame, Mister Barton! J. RICHARDS PETRIE Fredericton...
...convenient gravelled paths, is probably as near the ideal cycling ground as modern civilization will produce. But there is a hitch. This lovely greensward is under the jurisdiction of the hard-hearted Metropolitan District Police. Every afternoon the men in gray swoop down in Neon-lighted cars or rude motorcycles and drive the pleasure seekers from the grass. There are no exceptions. The loveliest bare kneed girl from the halls of Radcliffe, the most pitiful youngster, the most loquacious college boy, all on bicycles are as unwelcome as an epidemic of German Measles. Why should this be? What barm...
...left their Asmara base, white-bearded old General de Bono, commander-in-chief, had gone with his chief-of-staff, General Melchiade Gabba, and other staff officers to a cleared mountain top from which they could have an unobstructed view of the frontier river, the Mareb, and the rude camel tracks leading up to the mountains and Aduwa...
...were the peak of each column. Then came a fan-shaped formation of red-fezzed Askaris carrying auto-matic rifles, searching every inch of the ground for pitfalls, every rock for snipers. Then the main advance: infantrymen in single file slogging along the gutters and the centres of the rude roadways jammed with trucks, caissons, field pieces, and long lines of swaying supercilious camels. Labor battalions, stripped to the waist, were mixed right in with the marching men. As the infantry advanced they sprang to work building roads for the heavy trucks to follow, singing...