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...upper crust of the Soviet hierarchy was on hand to greet him. The nuzzling, the bear hug and the long kiss he got from Premier Khrushchev seemed even more active than Valentina's warm embrace. Other dignitaries greeted the cosmonaut in their turn. Then, in a column of flower-decked cars, the official party drove slowly toward Red Square and a 20-gun salute from Red artillerymen...
...Laotian who most deeply believed that Laotians should not fight each other. Outraged when Souvanna again began dickering with his Communist half brother, another army man, General Phoumi Nosavan, organized a rebellion in his turn. Souvanna begged the Russians for help, then fled into exile at a flower-trimmed estate in Cambodia...
Detroit's pudgy Mayor Louis C. Mariani so much resembles New York's former Mayor La Guardia in his unorthodox approach to problems that Detroiters sometimes call Mariani "Our Little Flower." This spring, rather than sit back and bemoan slow auto sales, Mayor Mariani decided to do something about them. Off to 1,379 fellow mayors in cities from Vineland, N.J., to Yakima, Wash., went personal letters, urging them to step up purchases of city-owned cars, trucks and parts that would normally be bought after July 1. If replacements for some of the 80,000 vehicles used...
...language and a sensual precision of phrase. Bullets whirred past him like "rustling silk," shrapnel made "the jarring sound of telephone wires when someone strikes the pole." Politically he was naive and jingoistic. Personally he was humane and brave. Some regarded him as an unconscionable prig-"a robust flower of American muscular Christianity . . . the artistic boy scout," William Rothenstein called...
Rustling Grain. For so dramatic a piece, the golden burst had a prosaic beginning : Bertoia was simply trying to find a way of making metal wires spring from a core, like petals from a flower or rays from the sun. In other pieces Bertoia clusters metal rods that stand straight up like bronze-colored grass and, when touched, resound like tiny organ pipes. In these the secret of Bertoia's work comes clear. "In my walks home," says he in his whitewashed garage-studio near his farm in Bally, Pa., "I pass by wheat fields swaying in the breeze...