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This week TIME Correspondent John Hersey cabled that Mr. Perkins' Mission was "the strangest literary coincidence of the war. Korneichuk wrote the play last spring. Eric Johnston and William L. White visited Russia during the summer. In the play there are no similarities to Johnston and White either in physical appearance of the actors or in characteristics as revealed by the lines. But to Muscovites, 'Mr. Perkins' is Eric Johnston and 'Mr. Hemp' is Bill White. And that is how it will be, as long as the play runs...
...London, last week, one of the strangest of living politicians, Count Michael Karolyi, Tolstoyan, Socialist and Hungarian nobleman, was closely noting his country's confused and frantic efforts to break with Germany...
Preacher Howard has baptized hundreds of Ozark people. One of his strangest converts was an old granny. The blind old woman summoned him to her cabin, said: "From what I heerd about ye, preacher, I reckon I kin trust ye ter keep a secret. Hit's always been a deep sorrer in my life, I kin tell ye. My own children don't know and nobody else here knows. But, preacher, I feel I ain't much longer fer this world and I jist gotta confess hit ter somebody...
...cheering lasted ten minutes, as the President's car entered the stadium, half-circled the field, then drove up on a ramp. Microphones were set up on the tonneau, and the President spoke from his car. Again he opened with sarcasm: "This is the strangest campaign I have ever seen. I have listened to various Republican orators . . . and what do they say? 'Those incompetent blunderers and bunglers in Washington have passed a lot of excellent laws about social security and labor and farm relief and soil conservation. . . . Those same quarrelsome, tired old men, they have built the greatest...
...French idol, Poet Paul Verlaine. At the first pub he would order absinthe, then quickly jot down the verses that had swum in his head during the day. That done, he would hurry on to a small, cheap Soho restaurant called the Poland, where he conducted one of the strangest, most fruitless courtships in literary history...