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...city after city, the expensive plundering went on. In Kyoto, a taxi driver exclaimed in bewilderment over a 3,000 yen ($8) tip for a 100 yen (28?) fare. Pausing briefly to glance at Tokyo's famed Thunder Gate, one group of 40 plunged into the Japanese capital's shopping district followed by a truck in which to carry their purchases back to the Imperial Hotel. One persistent matron spotted a decorative street lantern erected by the city in honor of the Cherry Festival. "I want that," she demanded, collaring a nearby shopkeeper. "I did not want...
...dawn on March 1, a Marine corporal on lonely Kwajalein saw an awesome sight. "All of a sudden," he wrote his mother, "the sky lighted up, a bright orange, and remained that way for what seemed like a couple of minutes . . . We heard very loud rumblings that sounded like thunder. Then the whole barracks began shaking as if there had been an earthquake. This was followed by a very high wind." In another letter, two days later, the corporal reported that two U.S. destroyers pulled into Kwajalein with victims of atomic radiation...
Lehmann pinned his hopes to two monster new productions: Rameau's forgotten Les Indes Galantes and Weber's beautiful but silly Oberon. "I wanted to give people plenty to look at," he says. "Les Indes has a shipwreck with thunder and lightning. In Oberon, cities appear by magic and goddesses are wafted to the clouds." Last week, the Paris public and press were devouring the new Oberon like happy children with ice cream cones...
...Berlin Conference approached its appointed end in a fading thunder of oratory. As the transport planes stood by, and the delegations gathered up their thickets of papers, Western ministers could go home with a professional sense of achievement that they had scored more than they had been scored upon. But the net of Berlin was a clearer-eyed view of a chasm, and who could raise a cheer over that...
...Rice), 68, famed radio pal of small fry from the late '20s to the mid-'40s, whose daily flow of cheery songs, birthday announcements and sugary advice (on such problems as nail biting, gulping, temper) earned him as much as $90,000 a year before blood-and-thunder adventure serials forced him to make his living as a disc jockey* (1947); of a heart ailment; in Miami...