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...inability to tell the truth. Son of a Royal Navy lieutenant, Harris ran away from his native Galway at 15 and made his way to the U.S. Eventually he became a European correspondent for several U.S. newspapers. When Russian General Mikhail Skoboleff gallantly galloped into the mouths of the Turkish cannon at Plevna, Harris was (he says) "naturally at his heels." Other witnesses recall that he covered the war from a brothel in Odessa...
...appearing in 170 newspapers in 31 countries, including the U.S.-where, in a single month, his syndication has climbed to 90-odd papers. Wherever Andy is imported, readers clasp him instantly as one of their own. Said an editor of Istanbul's Hareket Gazetesi: "Andy is as much Turkish as he is English, and he is probably Greek, Italian and Polish too. Our readers got addicted to him in a week. As one of them put it, he is what every man wants to be in his spare time...
...magnificent report on Turkey in the Common Market [Sept. 27]: TIME is unfair to Goodyear, which has the heftiest U.S. tire factory here. As representatives of Goodyear and Chrysler for nearly half a century, we are proud to report that both factories are going great guns in the Turkish industrial revolution. R. YALMAN Chairman Tatko Co. Istanbul...
...clouds picked up in the 1930s, Low's views assaulted the conscience of all England. He created the character of Colonel Blimp, a florid beefeater with a walrus mustache who symbolized British complacency in the teeth of the 20th century's storms. From a Turkish bath, the colonel sprayed his nonsense at a mute companion who looked suspiciously like Cartoonist Low. "Gad, sir," said the colonel, "Hitler is right. The only way to teach people self-respect is to treat 'em like the curs they are." Japan was right, too, in the Blimpian Olympus: Keeping the white...
...famous Journal, Delacroix records a number of love affairs, but the only one that lasted was with his "exigent mistress," painting. Wherever he looked-into an overcast sky, at a news item about a Turkish massacre, into the fragile face of his friend Chopin, or even into his own mirror-he saw things that addressed themselves "to the most intimate part of the soul." He was an expert draftsman who told his students, "If you are not clever enough to do a sketch of a man throwing himself out of a window during the time it takes him to fall...