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...three mousy women adorns an ad saying, culturally, "To inform the population: The Moscow Clothing Trust sells all-readymade women's dresses of silk, wool and cotton." A woman's stocking ad cries up the virtues of "a new fiber called Kapron," presumably a Soviet nylon. "They mold the leg nicely, wash easily, keep shape and color...
...Ming"-antipodean lingo for Prime Minister Robert Menzies-had made an election promise last fall to outlaw the Communist Party. The defiant Reds had called quickie strikes on the Melbourne and Brisbane waterfronts, tied up shipments of wool and meat abroad. A fortnight ago Ming's government moved toward a showdown by invoking the Emergency Crimes Act (first passed in 1914 against wartime sabotage), under which strike leaders could be jailed. "We will deal with Communists here once & for all," warned the Prime Minister. To waterfront strikers went an ultimatum: either back to work, or prison for union officials...
...Then, with 57 seconds to play, a Montreal forward slipped through the Toronto defenses and fired a goal to tie the score. If the Maple Leafs were ruffled by the turn of events-the game ended 3-3-they hid their chagrin behind the masks of dyed-in-the-wool pros.. So did their boss, Constantine Falkland Karrys Smythe...
...whole, the Edinburgh tapestries did not compare with the modern ones being made across the Channel at Aubusson (TIME. March 8,1948). Among the fine few, Sutherland's gawky Birds were abstract enough to look all right in wool. Stanley Spencer's cabbage-laden Gardener was both earthy and pretty, but The Garden of Fools., a soup-thin parody of medieval tapestry design by Surrealist Cecil Collins, was neither. "The fool," explained Collins brightly, "is the symbol of creative innocence embattled with the modern machine . . . The saint, the artist, the poet and the fool are one; they...
Almost every morning at 8, a tubby little old man in baggy pants, a wool shirt and a brown pullover sweater emerges from the concierge's cottage of the Chateau Valrac in the sleepy little Franco-Spanish border town of Prades. Usually, with his huge German shepherd dog Follet trotting alongside, he walks down the road toward the beautiful medieval Abbey of St. Michel de Cuxa, or toward the Canigou, the mountain which lies near the Catalonian border. He seldom heads toward the center of the town; the townspeople of Prades are inordinately proud of Pablo Casals, the great...