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...said about A Time to Laugh is that it is a strong reminder of Joyce Gary's Mister Johnson, just about the finest novel about Africa ever written. Author Thompson is no Gary yet, but his hero, like Mr. Johnson, is that charming innocent, the unspoiled primitive man thrust into and beaten up by a world he never made. Of the two, Johnson had it better; he merely became a clerk in the British civil service. When the enlistment officer came around to see Abu Zed, the wily old chief saw a chance to get rid of his greatest...
...told in Harry Kemp's Tramping on Life: As Kemp was about to move out with Sinclair's first" wife, the aggrieved husband thrust her coffeepot upon him, saying, "You. can take this to your goddess, this poison machine, and lay it on her altar...
...were abolished--three hundred years ago! Today, in the United States, teachers and others, on grounds of political heresy, are likewise being declared "unfit for office." How shall the conscience of the United States be likewise aroused? Perhaps it cannot be. But, in any case, if the issue is thrust upon him, it is a man's duty to defend the Constitution, no matter what it may cost...
...week McDonnell Aircraft Corp. showed its XV1 convertiplane, a joint Army-Air Force project designed to sidestep many of the difficulties. On takeoff, the engine blows air through the hollow blades of the rotor. When it reaches the tips, the air makes fuel burn in small "pressure jets." Their thrust spins the rotor and lifts the ship off the ground. Then air and fuel are cut off, and the rotor idles freely while a pusher propeller flies the convertiplane like an ordinary airplane...
...warrior was fascinated with the new .30-caliber Belgian rifle which his government had just adopted for the British army. He had one brought to his office, learned to strip and reassemble it, demonstrated to colleagues how to swing the butt and thrust the bayonet in mock combat. One bitterly cold afternoon, he bundled himself up, spent half an hour on a windswept rifle range, firing the rifle...