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...Pennsylvania Turnpike at 75 m.p.h.. and, at the R.C.A. laboratory in Princeton, N.J., watched color television and inspected the egg of a sea urchin (magnified 10,000 times by an electron microscope). In New York the Prince turned up at a Yankees-Browns night game, was a red-carpet guest at City Hall, visited the Stock Exchange and United Nations headquarters, and was feted at a Waldorf-Astoria dinner. On the way to Hyde Park to lay a wreath at the grave of Franklin D. Roosevelt, the Prince and his party got out for a stretch at Shrub...
...with a cry of "Marhaba, marhaba!" (Welcome, welcome). Said Naguib: "Glad to see you, Your Majesty." Naguib gave Ibn Saud a huge (6½-by-5-ft.) photo of himself in a gilded frame; Ibn Saud gave his guest a gold sword, three Persian rugs, a fragment of holy carpet from the Kaaba. Later the two heads of state dined together and talked privately for 20 minutes. About Arab solidarity? Almost certainly...
Gentle summer breezes played along the shoreline of Green Lake, Wis., across the rolling carpet of the 18-hole golf course, the tennis courts, the spacious yacht basin. But not the click of a driver was heard, or a splash from the water. Sitting on folding chairs under the oak trees were 800-odd men, women and children celebrating with hymns, prayers and well-chosen words the tenth anniversary of a summer gathering place for American (Northern) Baptists...
...setting: not the conventional smoldering South, nor the familiar, raw Northern city slum (which Author Petry well described in The Street, 1946), but the wind-blown Connecticut town of Monmouth, where dark, violent deeds are hard to imagine and slums are small enough to be swept under the carpet. Born and raised in Old Saybrook, Conn., Negro Author Ann Petry has the background to make her story fresh and credible. Apart from a deplorable tendency toward short flights of bogus impressionist prose, she also has the easy writing ability to tell a warm, readable story...
...roared down to Quantico at 70 m.p.h., the President was late, and the official welcoming party was confused and missed his arrival. When he finally caught up with the President, Quantico Commandant Lieut. General Clifton B. Gates was blushing like a buck private on the ist sergeant's carpet. "Sorry we gummed up this detail, sir," he said. "It is the first bust we have had." Ike thought it was a fine joke...