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...Democrat. Instead, his private car, the Ferdinand Magellan, crossed Manhattan Island underground during the night and was sidetracked at Belmont Race Track. At 6:45 the President went out for a fast walk through the neighborhood. He looked rested and relaxed when in mid-morning a 113-motorcycle police escort led him to Flushing Meadow...
...last British king to invade the House of Commons officially was Charles I who, with an armed escort, stormed up to the House on a chill afternoon in January 1642 in search of his rebellious Ministers Pym, Holles, Heselrige, Strode and Hampden. He entered alone to ask for the culprits. Speaker William Lenthall told him coldly: "May it please Your Majesty, I have neither eyes to see nor tongue to speak in this place but as the House is pleased to direct me whose servant I am." "I see my birds are flown," answered Charles, turning back to stride through...
Last week, after two weeks of steady sweeping, the navy had not yet cleared the Wonsan area of mines. Said Rear Admiral Allan E. Smith, commander of the U.N. Blockade and Escort Force in Korea: "The Russians apparently have everything we have and everything the Germans had in mining techniques . . . The U.S. must put minesweeping on the same priority level as anti-submarine and carrier warfare...
Mario Scelba, Italian Minister of the Interior, gripped the white steering wheel and stepped on the gas. His jet-black car shot ahead along the die-straight highway at 80 m.p.h., leaving his escort of police motorcycles and official limousines far behind. Scelba was racing into the "triangle of death," a section of Emilia in northern Italy, the notorious Red stronghold where scores of men have been killed in violent flare-ups between Communists and antiCommunists. There were plenty of Reds who would have liked to kill Minister Scelba himself...
...drove on serenely. At Carpi, scene of repeated Red-led strikes, he got out and walked through the market place, alone and unprotected. When the crowd recognized his balding head and his hooked Sicilian nose, some people sneered, but most, admiring his guts, applauded. When Scelba's police escort finally caught up with him and asked anxiously whether they had better clear the square, Scelba just laughed and walked on, still alone...