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...President sent a task force from the waiting Seventh Fleet into action. U.S. convoys escorted Chinese Nationalists toward the three-mile limit of Quemoy, and sent the Chinese the rest of the way in LSTs and LSMs. Overhead, Chinese Nationalist ace pilots, in U.S.-built planes, bloodied the Communist MIGs. Little by little, Quemoy was provisioned and armed to the beaches with 155-mm. howitzers, mortars and tanks. From Moscow, Khrushchev demanded the fleet's withdrawal on pain of an all-out war. But the U.S. naval escort, keeping carefully outside the international three-mile limit, maintained the needed...
...force back the pickets to let the cars pass through, the pickets shoved forward, stopped the cars, and growled menacingly: "You are marked men. We'll remember you." At G.E.'s Electronics Park plant in Syracuse, 800 pickets battled with 210 police who were trying to escort carloads of nonstrikers into the plant. Result: 15 union men were arrested. Breaking through the lines at a small G.E. lamp plant in Bucyrus (pop. 11,600), Ohio, nonstriking women squealed and wielded umbrellas as pickets stuck them with hatpins...
...their global good-will tour, Thailand's jazz-loving King Bhumibol and his charming Queen Sirikit arrived in Scandinavia, made an instant hit with the populace. A highlight of their visit was an escorted tour of the old theater in Sweden's summer palace in Drottningho'm. Their escort: Sweden's King Gustav VI Adolf, whose eyes sparkled a reflection of Sirikit's exotic beauty. In Rome last week, Sirikit wowed local newsmen, who all played eulogistic variations on the theme of "the most beautiful Queen in the world." No slouch in winning popularity...
Saltonstall still seemed to be amazingly popular with Bostonians, although it is hard to say why. He seems to be a nice enough old duck, without glaring faults or shining virtues. When the motorcade reached the Statler-Hilton, Salty stood unnoticed, without even a police escort, while the crowd mobbed Nixon. Once Nixon was safely inside the hotel, however, the throng feel on the Senator with the affection of a mother for her long-lost son. One beefy fan kept pounding Saltonstall on the back and shouting, "Hey look! It's Salty! How are ya, Salty?" Such is the love...