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...crimson tent was set up in the muddy Maragheh plain in honor of the royal presence. Baggy-pants peasants and their red-cheeked women and children crowded close to stare at Mohammed Reza Pahlevi, Shah of Iran, resplendent in the green uniform of army commander in chief. Suddenly, the Shah asked for the microphone, delivered an impromptu talk to the crowd. "I've been in this land reform business for over ten years," he said. "It's now reached its decisive stage. Believe me, it is no honor to be King of a poor and hungry people...
...last week it was clear that at least the peasants and the Shah are true believers in land reform. As the Shah left his crimson tent at Maragheh, he angrily ordered away the soldiers who were holding back the crowd with bayonets. For the first time in his life, the Shah walked alone and unprotected in the midst of his people. Weeping peasant women tried to kiss his hand or foot; those who could not reach him ran to kiss his royal car instead. Driving away from the dark, muddy plain, the Shah could hear the peasants shouting after...
...York had its worriers, some of whom called the Hayden Planetarium for reassurance. In Southern California, western capital of cockeyed cults, local astrologers did their best business in years. Like their Indian colleagues, they predicted natural and unnatural disasters. One woman repaired to a vacant lot and pitched a tent furnished with a time capsule containing, among other necessities, a ten-dollar bill. A group from Santa Cruz fled to the Arizona mountain hamlet of Cleator, sure they had chosen one of the twelve places on earth that would be spared by the onrushing disaster. In Los Angeles, radio station...
Murder, She Said (M-G-M), "I'm the new maid." At this apparently innocuous announcement, the lady of the house looks up to smile a welcome. Her jaw drops. In the doorway stands a domestic disaster. The torso suggests a pup tent full of Jell-0, the hair looks like something dumped out of a vacuum cleaner, the chin resembles the business end of an ax, the eyes slide around like eggs on a plate, the tiny mouth might almost be a third nostril. The legs-it somehow comes as a surprise that there are only...
...going west, even though the west has filled up. It shows a world of last-chancers, with nowhere left to move, nothing else to do, on the edge of the continent, alone. South of San Francisco, where there are more drunks and suicides than any other American city, the tent messiahs and the cancer quacks and the lonely-hearts clubs minister to congregations of men and women come west to wait...