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...days, the Plate was more a thoroughfare than a barrier; some 300,000 Argentines and Uruguayans traveled back and forth across the river each year. After Perón took power, Uruguay became a haven for Argentine exiles, and from the exiles issued a stream of manifestos and periodicals denouncing the strongman. In 1951 Perón & Co. retaliated by requiring a special police permit for travel to Uruguay. Traffic across the Plate dwindled almost to the zero point...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: URUGUAY: Hands Across the River | 1/24/1955 | See Source »

...Valley Stream...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Jan. 17, 1955 | 1/17/1955 | See Source »

...once the bung blows out of the custard vat. Splat! Barrages of goo go glugging in all directions. Jerry tries to plug the hole with his fist. Fffffttt! His feet go silly on the slimy stuff, and down he slathers. "Helpfllgrrulp!" As he opens his mouth to holler, a stream of sweet bilge hoses down his esophagus. In a matter of seconds everybody in sight is wallowing gloriously in orange muck, and the whole scene looks like nothing so much as a Bruegel landscape dipped in batter. The trouble with Three-Ring Circus is that this scene lasts only...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Also Showing | 1/17/1955 | See Source »

Have a Tangerine? Late one afternoon last week, a steady stream of would-be De Sapio visitors poured into the cramped offices of the Democratic state headquarters, on the second floor of Manhattan's Biltmore Hotel. Campaign photographs of Averell Harriman were plastered everywhere. A picture of Harry Truman, in pastel shades, managed to make the wall of the main reception room. Franklin Roosevelt (senior) and Alben W. Barkley were relegated to the hall. Adlai Stevenson was stuck away in another room...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: POLITICAL NOTES: The Bookkeeper | 12/27/1954 | See Source »

...always seemed to be April in Paris. Last week Ernest Hemingway was a long way from Paris and a long way from April. He was 55, but he looked older. He cruised in a black and green fishing boat off the coast of Cuba, near where the Gulf Stream draws a dark line on the seascape. The grey-white hair escaping from beneath a visored cap was unkempt, and the Caribbean glare induced a sea-squint in his brown, curious eyes set behind steel-rimmed spectacles. Most of his ruddy face was retired behind a clipped, white, patriarchal beard that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: An American Storyteller | 12/13/1954 | See Source »

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