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Bogs & Bourgeoisie. The stars tend to shed their early backgrounds and blend into new surroundings as well in Europe as they once did in Hollywood. East Harlem's Burt Lancaster, a sometime Swiss, settled his family in Palermo's great Villa Scalea during the filming of The Leopard, and there lived the life of an aging nobleman with yacht. A few Hollywood people, mainly writers such as Nunnally Johnson, are hearty enough to have settled comfortably in England, and the Paris group-Ingrid Bergman, Jean...
...Korans to Afro-Asian VIPs-Kenya's Jomo Kenyatta got one recently with a friendly inscription by Nasser. It has supplied 3,000-volume libraries to 125 Islamic centers on five continents. Its tireless printing presses flood Africa with cheap copies of the Koran and pamphlets that shrewdly blend the word of Allah with the word of Nasser...
...Hallmark. Aggressive salesmanship has been a Brooke Bond hallmark ever since Lancashireborn Arthur Brooke founded the company in 1869. (He added Bond to the firm's name to make it sound more upper class.) Arthur Brooke was one of the first British tea merchants to market a uniform blend of tea and to sell directly to retailers instead of to middlemen. Arthur's son Gerald, who began a 40-year reign as chairman of the company in 1912, made Brooke Bond's red delivery vans so much of a national institution that British toy stores sell miniature...
Most Reed students come from California, followed by Oregon, Washington and New York. The universal lure is Reed's blend of social and academic freedom. "Dad dreamed of Caltech," says one boy from Los Angeles. "I didn't want to leave out the humanities, and Portland is a convenient 1,000 miles from home." The dominance of outsiders is one of Reed's chief problems with Portland. Harvard-trained President Richard H. Sullivan on the one hand exults in his students' hot loyalty to "the Reed community," and on the other laments their disdain for Portland...
Which is a good deal of a shame: Ian Fleming is of all ducks floating on the scummy waters of the mindless prose the most sittings--no pulp writer of today has come up with quite his blend of the compulsive will to violence, the animal reference to food and women as the spoils of power, the swinging Birchite outlook on the Cold War, the deliberate abuse of any rational plot line...