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...token of gratitude. The two women decided to give him something even more wonderful-a full-length let-out white mink coat with a raglan flare-back, shawl collar, scarlet silk lining and deep flap pockets lined with velvet. This took some time. The girls had to scrape up $2,000 for a down payment and agree to pay off the total price of $12,900 plus carrying charges at a rate of $475 a month. The astounded New York furrier who was commissioned to do the job had to go slow too-everyone who worked on the coat...
Behind the lofty, almost ethereal, sentiments of President-elect Eisenhower emblazoned on the covers of our national magazines, can one discern a single tinge of red, or hear the scrape of a single subversive note? Most certainly not, John Foster Dulles, having heroically dared the Federal Bureau of Investigation to probe his background, has come through cleaner than a hound's tooth. Two minor clerks in General Eisenhower's office, presumably not so prudent as Mr. Dulles, have been consigned to outer darkness for their past indiscretions. And the music of Aaron Copland, a man who is said to have...
Several weeks ago, hearing the scrape of shovels at night, the ROKs became aware that the enemy was tunneling under Anchor's north slope. By filling the tunnel with men, weapons and ammo, the Reds could launch a close-range attack without warning, then slip back to safety...
...uneven. high MIG, but it disappeared in a haze. The wingman tangled with the diving MIG, which had a resourceful pilot in the cockpit. When the wingman had tired himself out trying to get a shot, Low took over, and the Red pilot almost tired Low out, trying to scrape him off against a high ridge, then trying to blind him in the sun. At last Low got the enemy in his sights, poured .50-caliber slugs into the engine and tail section, saw the MIG's canopy fly off. But the American needed a few more hits...
...roofed hovels known locally as Bidonville (Can Town), an angry mob was forming. There the criers were beaten up before they could deliver their message. Glib agitators harangued little knots of Arabs while others began hiding stones under their burnooses. From shack after shack came the ominous scrape of crude knives being honed...