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...wonder if they would be so lavishly used if they were not dirt cheap; if it was not possible for an editor or a publisher to obtain for a song so much copy of such high respectability?" Many columnists "conceal an idea the size of a pea in a stack of dry straw. Does nobody discipline them? Does nobody make them rewrite or throw a column away? Are they sacred cows that are allowed to wander unmolested through your pages...
...renovators' secret weapon was the "drop-in," a stack of boxlike prefabricated units containing kitchen and bathroom. One by one, the units were lowered by a 250-ft. crane through holes cut in the roof and upper floors, and placed inside. Thus, each apartment got a brand-new, modern service core, including a 20-in. gas range, 10-cu.-ft. refrigerator, stainless-steel sink and complete bathroom with tub, shower, porcelain-finished bowl and toilet...
...Robert Stack, a freelance photographer on the loose in Red China, stumbles onto the secret of a long-buried treasure. Once back in Macao, he develops a case of justifiable paranoia when he is set upon by a chic Chinese princess (Nancy Kwan) who keeps sticking out her tong at him. Following this he is mugged and bugged by a vicious racketeer (Christian Marquand) and an avaricious police inspector...
Giving his customary plywood performance, Stack proves impervious to beatings, as well as to the entreaties of a bevy of stacked courtesans who try to vamp him out of the secret. His taste, it turns out, is strictly Occidental, and when he shares the discovery with Elke she flashes her smile and her decolletage and helps him uncover the loot. To no avail: the riches finally go into the Red when Mao's minions gun down the princess and the racketeer and force the inspector back to the West...
...back to Virginia a radio message between Moscow and a Soviet submarine in the Pacific. In Laos, an American listens attentively to the words of a cocktail waiter, then slips him a bar of silver. In an office of the U.S. embassy in Bonn, a rotund Sovietologist digests a stack of reports that may originate from any one of a thousand sources -a barber in East Berlin, a whorehouse madam in Vienna, a U.S. electronics salesman in Darmstadt, an Eastern European propaganda broadside. At an airfield on Taiwan, a black U-2 reconnaissance plane with a Nationalist Chinese pilot...