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...rugged and beautiful, stretching high into the Arctic, where the sun shines day & night in summertime. It is a land of 60,000 gleaming lakes set in dark forests that sprawl over 80,000 square miles, a land of granite-strewn farms stingy in yield, of busy, sober towns and endless stretches of bleak, inhospitable marsh and tundra. "We gave them 17,000 square miles of our territory and perhaps a quarter of our national wealth after the war," explained a Helsinki editor last week. "But we will close our eyes to all the little slights and sacrifices as long...
...circus, but it also saw, here & there, the sober and bitterly earnest business of the convention. An American party convention (as James Bryce knew even in 1893) is a highly intricate and sensitive political assembly in which the pressures, deals and loyalties of months and years burst to light. It has always been far more serious than the paper hats and the noisemakers suggest, and, despite the most brazen political backroom coups, eventually subject to the will of the citizen. The presence of TV's eye made it more so. "Jim," the eye seemed to be saying...
...became Vadertje (Little Father) Drees, for under his paternalistic hand the government voted children's allowances, homes for the aged, jobs for disabled workers-the good works of plodding sewer socialism. In 1948 Drees, a freethinker who belongs to no church, moved into the Premier's big, sober room at No. 4, Plain 1813, The Hague, to head a coalition of Catholics and Socialists...
...Sometimes I mistake the sons for the fathers. The fathers look young to me; they look like they did when I went to college with them. But these young men are so much more sober and older looking than we were...
...handing out handfuls of thousand-franc notes, looking especially for the poor & needy. He felt like a king distributing largesse. The number of poor & needy seemed endless. Late that night the police found Maxime dead drunk on the street, his pockets and briefcase empty. In jail the next afternoon, sober but still glowing at the memory of his benefactions, Maxime was unrepentant. "The boss has money enough," he said. "What's 500,000 francs to him? He has 50 million...