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Happily home in Athens after two months of successful junketeering in the U.S.. where she handled everything from White House luncheons and atomic-science briefings to roadside snacks, e.g., a prickly-pear cactus malted at the Grand Canyon, lively Queen Frederika of Greece graciously turned the other cheek for a warming buss from King Paul, who stayed put to mind the palace...
...reader who mixes some books with his comic strips is convinced that a teen-ager now raising temperatures in Dick Tracy (416 papers) is closely related, indeed, to the nimble nymphet. Slinky and scheming beyond her years, Popsie is fond of putting down her lollypop and bussing the cheek of Headache, a slot-machine maker who is not above bussing back. Cries Headache: "Owoo! That lollypop!" The very suggestion that Popsie and Lolita and Headache and Humbert are parallels draws howls of aggrieved outrage from Cartoonist Chester Gould who says he has never even read Nabokov's book. ("Nymphet...
...sense of identification with where the hell Formosa is and what's going on there." Stukus filed some earnest Hemingway-like prose, scored a major beat by wrangling an exclusive interview with Chiang Kaishek. Though the session produced nothing new, Scott delightedly ran Footballer Stukus' picture cheek by jowl with the Gimo on the front page...
...cheek, boiled to the crumbling point and then pressed into a mold until it looks like red marble...
...burrowback lines over the etched and mutable prone profile of perpetual hills. The earth darkened and saddened into wraith-like russet, and the chant of cunning melancholy evaporated from the remembering ear and might have materialized in the cinnamon-brown clouds that brushed like a dark breath over the cheek of the softening mocha and amethyst horizon. The east slipped to peace amid a resentment of raddled colors, the sun dipped beneath the great lip of the earth's rim and the landscape dark as an ancient photograph, warm and old as the closed volume of its million passion years...