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...just returned from his first visit to America), Governor Chang Chun of rugged Szechwan Province (best known city: Chungking) is China's closest approach to a universally popular political figure. A stocky 58-year-old who looks like an American Indian and who loves bright neckties and ice cream, Chang heads the "Political Science Group," which wants a modernized, industrialized China on a broad, democratic base. Chang has been a Kuomintang executive since 1928, is no left-winger but is equally opposed to the Confucian conservatism of Chen Li-fu. This week the newspaper Ta Rung Pao reported that...
...Jamaica, to build circulation, the Ridders went out for society news, overruling the local editor, who insisted that there was no society in Jamaica. They had a hard time finding out who was giving parties until they hit upon the idea of paying ice-cream vendors to tip them off every time a housewife ordered more than two quarts. The paper had seven times the circulation they started with...
...lumber worktable at which Dr. Schlumbohm, 50, a large (225 lbs.), hearty man with a bellowing laugh, has worked out 1,000 inventions. Last week he was fondling two newborn brain children: the Tubadipdrip, a combination coffeemaker-teamaker and cocktail mixer, and the Tempot, a combination fireless cooker-ice cream freezer-frozen food locker-foot bath-thermos chest-dishwasher-air conditioner and bachelor's chef. They will probably make their way without trouble in the commercial world, just like Dr. Schlumbohm's (rhymes with slum bum) other oddly named gadgets. Some of them...
...have sworn sounded like Barzilauskus, and opened one eye. Waving at him gaily, Vag slammed the window shut, cutting off the stream of cold morning air, raising a minute cloud of coal dust, and waking the other figure in the process. The Vagabond bounded into the bathroom, applied shaving cream, and, with worn razor blade, briskly began to scrape at his face. "Five hours to game time, and plenty to do," he mused...
...Communist poster showed a scene of bucolic bliss, bent old shepherds with kindly faces, happy children in smocks, trim gardens, bright cottages with cream walls and strawberry roofs. Overhead hovered menacingly a black, evil-eyed eagle. The bird was labeled "Trusts"; the Red politicos claimed that any resemblance to the American eagle was purely coincidental. Last week, after scrutinizing a row of garish, importunate posters of several parties at the Porte de St. Cloud, a man in a flimsy raincoat spat eloquently, "Ça me dégoûte" (That burns me up), he said...