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Entering his coronation palace-actually, a sports arena disguised with flowers and rich draperies-Emperor Bokassa looked cool and calm. He wore a white robe set off with two striped sashes in the C.A.E.'s national colors (blue, white, green, yellow and red) and a wreath of golden laurel on his balding head. Ascending his throne-shaped in the form of a giant eagle, with a 13.6-ft. wingspan, 800 gilded feathers and a seat carved out of the bird's belly-Bokassa donned a flowing ermine and velvet cape with a 39-ft. train. The Emperor then...
...large Coptic minority, he stopped at the nearby Church of the Holy Sepulcher, which in Christian tradition sanctifies the spot where Jesus rose from the dead. With his hosts, he visited Yad Vashem, Israel's memorial to the 6 million victims of Hitler's Holocaust and also laid a wreath at Israel's Unknown Soldier memorial outside the Knesset building. There was a working lunch with Begin and Foreign Minister Moshe Dayan. Sadat and his host apparently got along well personally. "We like each other," said
...center, an open tabernacle showing the sacred Torah, flanked by two menorahs. The other walls, however, are decorated with such pagan symbols as peacocks, doves and sea horses. On the ceiling of one vault is a mysterious picture of a woman crowning a naked man with a wreath...
...front of him." That man, Canadian Jerome Drayton, had dueled with Will Rodgers for 13 miles or so before he pulled away for good, ending in front of the cameras and spectators at the Pru in 2:14.46. A minute or so behind, unaware that the laurel wreath in Mayor Kevin White's hands was not destined for him, Bally came charging in. One doesn't have to be a Hollywood scriptwriter to guess what was going through Bally's mind those last hundred yards: here he was, an unknown foreigner, heading for the greatest athletic triumph of his life...
There are, as the Detroit Free Press sports editor Joe Falls admits in this bright, anecdotal history, dozens of 26-mile races. But there is only one Boston Marathon. The rewards for running in this unique race are nugatory. The win ner receives a laurel wreath; other top finishers get medals worth little more than the cost of the bus ride they have just avoided; all finishers are granted a bowl of generally inedible beef stew. Yet since 1897, the marathon has drawn an ever widening group of manic adherents...