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...confused and confusing war in Laos last week swiftly brought the great powers of the world together at the United Nations. At stake: What sort of response to make to Laos' appeal for help in fighting off the Communists of North Viet Nam? Ever since the Korean war, a succession of Russian nyets has prevented the Security Council from acting in the quick, decisive manner envisioned for it in the U.N. Charter. Last week once again the Soviet Union, playing for time that would enable Red invasion force to overthrow the government of Laos, was ready to veto...
...reminder of the leg he lost (and the D.S.O. he won) as a major of Quebec's famed Royal 22nd Regiment (the "Van Doos") at Cherisy in World War I. In Paris, where Vanier was Canada's admired postwar ambassador (1945-53), he is remembered as a sort of Canadian Charles de Gaulle (they are close friends...
Alberto Giacometti, 57, is a hungry sort of spaceman who eats away the forms he makes, leaving space supreme. "I see reality life size," he once remarked, "just as you do." But his portraits got smaller and smaller. He would carry them in his pockets, like peanuts, to the Paris cafes, and crush them with a squeeze. After World War II, Giacometti suddenly began producing tall, straw-thin stick men reminiscent of ancient Sardinian bronzes. His sculptures can be seen almost all the way around and dominate space instead of filling it. These new figures were universally acclaimed, but Giacometti...
...indefatigable mother. Her day would sometimes begin at 4:30 in the morning, when father was on early shift at the mine, and it would end in the night some time. Never can I remember her resting, except that once in a while she would be bothered by a sort of rheumatism. 'Oh, Henry lad. This shoulder is giving me gyp today,' she'd say, and ask me to rub the aching place with some oils she'd evolved herself...
...Private's Affair (20th Century-Fox), a sort of See Here, Private Mineo, is a comedy about modern G.I.s-sons of the soldiers of World War II. The theme song announces that It's the Same Old Army, and the jokes, at least, are scarred veterans (Sergeant: "Suppose he doesn't recover consciousness, sir?" General: "He has to. It's an order."). Also familiar is the debatable thesis that there are no snobs in foxholes, or even in barracks on the first day of basic training. Immediate buddyhood is established among Sal Mineo, a jivey cat from...