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Some conservatives suggested a Western-style solution: they wanted a "Rat Week," with plenty of anti-rat ballyhoo, and, to stimulate private enterprise, an increase in the present bounty of a half ana (1?) for each rat caught. Others objected that if the bounty were raised, it would pay the city's poor to go into the business of rat-raising and Bombay would wind up with more rats than ever. Councillor Gordhandas Goculdas Moraji, an orthodox Hindu, shuddered at even considering rat extermination during the current festival in honor of Ganapati (Ganesha), an elephant-headed god who likes...
...grandiose Hôtel Bulgarie, and armored cars toured the streets below. In the hotel's plush lobbies and corridors, swarthy Albanian colonels conferred importantly with bemedaled Czech generals; Polish officials huddled with thoughtful Hungarians. Vulko Chervenkov, new boss of Bulgaria, walked side by side with Ana Pauker, Stalin's Amazon satrap for Rumania. Over all watched the steady eyes of the Russians sent for the occasion from Moscow. The Cominform was meeting in full conclave. Chief item on the agenda: what to do about Yugoslavia's rebellious Tito...
...prosperous, sun-baked Las Cruces (pop. 13,500), an agricultural town 30 miles from the Texas border, Cricket had little trouble finding a variety of primrose paths. The town and surrounding Dona Ana County was dotted with bars and gambling joints. The law was administered by big, smiling Democratic Sheriff A. L. ("Happy") Apodaca, a former prizefighter with a great fondness for women...
Charlie sold 18 people, 14 of them women, half of them young and unattached. Of the four males one was a three-year-old boy. They boarded the Pasado Mañana, ("The Day After Tomorrow," Charlie explained) at San Pedro one morning four weeks ago, and were dismayed...
...asylums he visited, is laid in the "disturbed" ward. There, amid the weirdly unrestrained babble, the camera makes its way from figure to figure: the girl who slinkily dances about in a pathetic imitation of an evening gown, the woman crouched praying on the floor, the girl with the Ana Pauker haircut pleading "in the name of the Party" that she is not insane. Then, approximating Virginia Cunningham's own sudden detachment, the camera pulls back & up, gathering the diverse figures in a kind of ballet; pulling higher & higher until the wardful of writhing figures below looks like...