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Hated and Feared. The book is said to have brought $175,000 for its serialization, starting last week in the West German newspaper Die Welt, and over $500,000 has reportedly been bid by a group of book publishers led by the World Publishing Co. in New York. Gehlen claims to have known about the Berlin Wall before it went up, to have been aware of plans for the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia before it occurred, and to have correctly predicted the outbreak of the Arab-Israeli war of 1967. Perhaps his most startling assertion is that missing Nazi...
High-level Leak. What, then, of Gehlen's allegations in Die Welt that Hitler's alter ego was a Soviet agent, rescued that fateful night in 1945 by Red Army soldiers and whisked off to the U.S.S.R. to continue his anti-German work? It is an established fact that there was a high-level leak of Nazi secrets to the Soviets. According to the first installment of Gehlen's memoirs, both he and his Abwehr (Army counterintelligence) superior, Admiral Wilhelm Canaris. "came to the conviction that the Soviets must have at their disposal a well-informed intelligence...
Doing the most standing in these days are jeans-a term that has come to mean any pants that are close-fitting, slash-pocketed and welt-seamed. Not the ordinary old-style, head-'em-off-at-the-gulch variety, but jeans in every color from apricot to zinc and fabrics that range from plain corduroys, velours and gabardines to showier crushed velvets, suedes, leathers and even fur. Boston's Jordan Marsh Co. reports jeans sales at "a crescendo"; Chicago's Saks Fifth Avenue puts the boom at "wildfire proportions, even among older women." Five years ago, there...
...changed the visions to nightmares as he ended the bout with two cuts that hit the top of my head, and the final touch which started out as a feint to the head but ended as a cut to the chest, which later developed in to a scarlet welt...
...strip Wednesday afternoon, with sweat dripping down my head, the welt' on my chest, a cut on the index finger of my free hand, and a general feeling of claustrophobia as I looked out of the cage that protected my head, I realized, as Falstaff had, that honor is only a word. Battle is only for fools...