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More surprising was the reaction in the country. From the ornate rostrum of the Chamber, beneath the stone-eyed gaze of Attic beauties, the prosaic tannery-man from St. Chamond ticked off the things he proposed to do: fight inflation, which had shrunk the franc to one twenty-fifth of its prewar value. Bring down prices, not by dirigisme (the Frenchman's word for government controls) but by persuading the big industrialists and the countless Antoine Pinays of France to be content with more reasonable profit margins. Balance the budget, not by his predecessors' resort to higher taxes...
This is what the fashion-conscious Radcliffe girl will wear as both New York and Paris, miming modern living with styles the rage of a quarter and half century ago, are inflating hips, deflating waists, and elating connoseurs of costume. Skirts have shrunk, blouses have balooned, and poodles have passed. The fad follower will wear green and love leather. In a bucket hat, barrel coat, and a beer bottle silhouette, she will look like nothing so much as a walking Schlitz...
...Leader. Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek and Madame Chiang resent the notion that they are living in exile. Taipei, they insist, is simply the provisional capital of China, just as Chungking was during World War II. Although Chiang's vast domain has shrunk to a mere 14,000 square miles, his icy dignity has, if anything, increased. Nobody is now, or ever was, on back-slapping terms with Chiang. At 65, he lives a Spartan life, eats sparingly, and neither drinks nor smokes...
...General Carl ("Tooey") Spaatz, wartime boss of the bombing of Germany and first Chief of Staff of the separate Air Force. He began by reviewing the nation's reckless dismemberment of the world's greatest air force. In less than two postwar years, it had shrunk from 200 groups to 55, of. which only two were fit for combat. "In retrospect," said Spaatz, "you can see why Mr. Stalin felt pretty free to move around...
Hardy's reputation as a novelist has never shrunk: he has been spared the indignity of being forgotten and "revived." And in recent years there has been a steady growth of interest in his poems. In an affectionate biography written ten years ago and now republished, Edmund Blunden, himself a minor Georgian poet, rates Poet Hardy almost as high as Novelist Hardy. With Blunden's book comes another book, a work of scholarly piety by Colby Professor Carl Weber, possib'y today's foremost Hardy scholar. In Hardy and the Lady from Madison Square, Weber unearths...