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Listening to the right-wingers in his Cabinet talk. Faure suddenly lit on the answer. He had Grandval's head on a platter; why not use it to win his point? At week's end. Faure agreed to sack Grandval in return for the support of his right wing in accepting Grandval's plan...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Revolt & Revenge | 9/5/1955 | See Source »

Imaginary, too, are the Phragians whom Stewart uses to illustrate the city's neatly Spenglerian life cycle. Archias arrives with the first settlers as a boy stowaway. Ragged and kinless, he carries on his forehead the scar of a cut made as an identification mark during the sack of his unknown native city. Grown prosperous and middle-aged in the hilltop village of Phrax, he fathers Bion, who appears later in the chronicle as a sturdy citizen of a city that is still raw but has years of greatness ahead. Bion's son Callias, heir to wealth, enters...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: City That Never Was | 8/29/1955 | See Source »

Born in the wilds of Delancey Street, Home of gefilte fish and kosher meat, Handy with a knife, oh herr sack tzi [listen with care], Flicked [plucked] him a chicken when he was only three! Duvid, Duvid Crockett, King of Delancey Street...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: King Davy & Friends | 8/1/1955 | See Source »

...Story of My Dovecot, Babel tells how his dearest childhood dream was to own some pigeons. One day the excited ten-year-old is racing home with his first set of birds, when a pogrom erupts. A crippled dealer in stolen Jewish goods grabs the boy's sack, and, opening it in disgust, smashes one of the pigeons against the boy's face: "The guts of the crushed bird trickled down from my temple . . . A piece of string lay not far away, and a bunch of feathers that still breathed. My world was tiny, and it was awful...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Ordeal of a Russian Jew | 6/27/1955 | See Source »

Around dour Glasgow, there were seats to be won or lost by the hair of a sporran. Stubby Scotsmen in sack suits, caps pulled down and pipes jutting from the crags of their faces, listened to the rough organ music of Aneurin Bevan. "In the Labor Party, it's true we've been having an argument about the hydrogen bomb, and I've been in the middle of it to a certain extent." The crowd laughed appreciatively at his understatement. "We argue . . . over our policy . . . We don't reach our policy in quiet country houses...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: GREAT BRITAIN: On the Hustings | 5/23/1955 | See Source »

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