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...some 25,000 began snaking along in cars on U.S. Highway 50, which winds with the Arkansas' west bank. Across the river, on the twisting tracks of the Denver & Rio Grande Western Railroad, photographers climbed aboard handcars. At one-minute intervals the boatmen began shoving off from Big Bend, five miles north of Salida, into the chilly (52° F.) torrent. The first big test, Bear Creek Rapids, which a week earlier dashed a boatman to death, lived up to its bad reputation by capsizing the first starter. Soon Theo Bock lost his lead to France's Roger...
...animal life. To men of the U.S. armed forces on duty in countries where sanitation is primitive, the amoeba is a treacherous foe which can infiltrate their digestive tracts and cause dysentery or death. Last week 1,490 employees of the Singer Manufacturing Co.'s plant in South Bend, Ind. found themselves, with their families and friends, in all-out war against the lowly amoeba, with no truce in sight...
From his first cartoon for the P-D 40 years ago (an attack on wooden railroad coaches showing a train of coffin-shaped cars rounding a bend of track) to his poignant chronicle of the Depression (a beaten, slumped worker standing in front of a soup kitchen-"One Person Out of Ten") and his savage jabs at the Republican campaign (McCarthy, Cain and Jenner waiting at the stage entrance to go on in a show called "Ike's Crusade"), Fitz has drawn with power and simplicity...
...headquarters (opposite) is a prism through which he sees war as a curse on all mankind. Instead of germs and peace doves, Portinari shows the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, dashing headlong on a mad, zigzag course through humanity. Hyenas roam his shattered world and lines of sobbing mothers bend in prayer for their lost sons...
Round the Bend. In a rented, 100-h.p. Auster monoplane scarcely bigger than his World War I Sopwith Camel, the Mad Major climbed to 500 ft. over the City of London. It was lunch time, and, as he could see through the upper frames of his bifocals, Thameside was black with people. Suddenly he sent the little silver Auster hurtling out of the sun, straight for Blackfriars Bridge. Girls screamed, bowler hats ducked, but, with inches to spare, the Mad Major leveled out, missed Blackfriars, and with wheels brushing the water, skimmed upstream towards Waterloo Bridge. Between the water...