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...June 1, however, Premier Shigeru Yoshida's Democratic Liberal Party government made a strong bid to steal the Communists' thunder. In a twelve-page note, the government gave a friendly history of the U.S. occupation, then announced that Japan was anxious to make a separate peace with any one or more of the powers with which it was still technically at war. The clear implication was that if the Western Allies and Russia could not agree on treaty terms, Japan would make peace with the West alone...
...Jeff Cloud, kid brother of Hero Tom Cloud (Robert Sterling), young John plays with restraint and frequently bears a striking likeness, both in full-face and profile, to his famous father. But his features are too finely chiseled and his acting too low-keyed for all the blood & thunder that goes on in The Sundowners or any other formula horse opera. What he seems to need to show whether he can act-and what Hollywood will probably eventually give him-is a role as a brooding, thin-skinned young man being mistreated by some such screen hussy as Bette Davis...
Harry Truman is no man to let Congress steal his political thunder. Though a Senate-House subcommittee had already made a series of recommendations to help small businessmen (TIME, April 3), the President was apparently determined to show that he was a better friend of small business. Last week, in a special message, he recommended that Congress...
Author Peter (The Path of Thunder) Abrahams, himself a South African Negro, makes this clear in his persuasive, homespun novel. As the Boers marched north, the beer-guzzling Matabele King Mzilikazi teetered in confusion between the war & peace factions of his court. Yet even his favorite pacifist counselor advised him to fight when the Boers invaded Matabele territory: "The land is ours. Let us call forth our soldiers and fight...
Last week the pilots could listen to their motors all they liked. There was no sound to break the stillness of the clear New Zealand air but the occasional backfire of a twin-engined bomber, the clap of autumn thunder or the scream of a siren. Jimmy Duncan, 59, had retired. There was no truth whatever, he roared in parting, in the story that he had been offered a job as a one-man public-address system. "Perhaps," said Jimmy, reflectively, "I'll raise cabbages...