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Until the new curriculum is put into effect and new textbooks written and printed, Red Chinese education is bound to be chaotic. Already Mao's revolution is producing its own backlash among the youth-a new hippie-type, dropout group that Shanghai newspapers are castigating as "wanderers": "Instead of fighting on the battlefront, they wander around school campuses, parks and streets; they spend their time in swimming pools and playing chess and cards. They take an attitude of nonintervention in the struggle." But Mao's men tend to give such wanderers short shrift. The aim of education...
...automatic review of convictions and can appeal all the way up to the Court of Military Appeals, which is made up of three civilians. They are also provided with free military defense counsel. Generally young, the attorneys "really get in there and chew," says Marine Lieut. Colonel Bill Wander, who has just returned from 13 months as the law officer* at every Marine or Navy general court-martial in Viet Nam. "They fight tooth and nail and don't give an inch. They come from all the best law schools...
...grandpas, stiletto-heeled tooties, indescribables, a sprinkling of M.I.T. professors. They mill around the closed-circuit TVs. The long rows of betting windows, the hot dog and beer stands. They spill out to the open-air section by the track, concentrating most heavily by the finish wire. They wander back and forth eating popcorn, clutching the long "green"--scarecrows stuffed with money instead of straw...
...August at the Hotel Ozone is a shattering splice of life after the third World War. No one is left alive except eight young women and one old one (Beta Poničanová), who wander like nomads over the sere landscape. The nubile girls have never seen a man; their leader can scarcely remember what one looks like. Equipped with some of the trappings of the defunct civilization-tin cans, rifles, combat boots-they live like savages, telling the years by counting the rings of a tree trunk, hunting by blasting fish out of the river water with grenades...
...obtain for a song so much copy of such high respectability?" Many columnists "conceal an idea the size of a pea in a stack of dry straw. Does nobody discipline them? Does nobody make them rewrite or throw a column away? Are they sacred cows that are allowed to wander unmolested through your pages...