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Waiting Santa Claus. Lively, chatty, hard-working at the office, she lived quietly alone in a $34.50-a-month room. Nights, she studied for a master's degree at American University, wrote a critical paper on "Economic Planning in the Soviet Union." Most weekends, Judith went home to Brooklyn to visit her ailing parents. Her mother had heart trouble; her father, Samuel Coplon, a retired toy merchant, was paralyzed. Samuel Coplon used to be known as the "Santa Claus of the Adirondacks": he gave away thousands of toys to country kids at Christmas. One night last week, the Coplons...
...Union is now a closely knit organization with tidy offices above the Claus Golotte camera shop on Massachusetts ave. To its officers, employees bring grievances of all sorts which are carefully discussed and reviewed by Mulverhill and sectional chiefs...
Perhaps Americans ought to listen to the Moscow radio more. What they have been missing was disclosed this week by a monitored transcript of a Christmas broadcast, beamed in English to North America. A heavyhanded tale of Santa Claus and the FBI, the broadcast would make most U.S. citizens snicker. But after the snickers would come a little better sizing-up of the Soviet Communist mind...
...week before Christmas, the New York Herald Tribune's Virgil Thomson composed an open letter to Santa Claus (alias Billy Rose). All that Composer-Critic Thomson wanted in 1949 (from the hands of Producer Rose): "A really modern [medium-sized] operatic repertory theater ... a quality operation." As for grand opera, said Thomson: "Leave all those outsize 19th Century works" to the Metropolitan, "till they and the Met collapse together...
...Dear Virginia," sneered Phillips: "Your inquiry is inexcusable, insolent, and wholly incredible . . . No, Virginia, there is no Santa Claus . . . Believe in Santa Claus! You might as well believe in fairies, those despicable creations of Wall Street . . . You might even see a Santa Claus. But what would that prove? It would be no sign he was there! The most real things in the world are those a child never sees but is told about by the Central Committee . . . Ah, Virginia, in all the world there is nothing real or abiding unless you get it officially from the Kremlin. Santa Claus! Phooey...