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...Celestine Bohlen, 6, daughter of U.S. Ambassador to the U.S.S.R.. Charles E. ("Chip") Bohlen, joined some 2,000 kiddies in celebrating the Russian Christmas season. They howled and clapped for acrobats, singers and magicians, then met a bearded gentleman strongly resembling Santa Claus but introduced himself as Grandfather Frost. He led the children around a towering evergreen that looked exactly like a Christmas tree but, in the parlance of atheistic Communists, was disguised under the tinkly title of "New Year's tree...
...Nakaya's book we also learned the art of photo-micrography, and how to produce artificial snow and frost. Brilliant pioneer work in the field was done by Olaus Magnus in 1550, by Descartes in 1635, by Robert Hooke in 1665. "Snow Crystals" absorbed us, but we set it aside in time, realizing Nakaya could or would not tell us how to combat the stuff. Other pamphlets and books yielded nothing helpful, until we ran onto "Report on the Problem of Snow Removal in the City of Rochester, N.Y., 1917." "Continuous snow fighting will require the systematic and constant...
Militarily and economically, agreed the few Western newsmen in Budapest last week, the Hungarian revolution was at an end. After eight weeks of valiant resistance, the nation's patriots, intellectuals, youths and workers were finding the Communist police system too much for them. Guerrillas were leaving the frost-whipped hills and woods. Factory workers, stood over by Russian "production police," were reluctantly facing their machines...
...LITERARY HERITAGE, by Van Wyck Brooks and Otto Bettmann (246 pp.; Dutton; $8.50), makes up for its uninspired text by providing a rich collection of 500 drawings and photographs that add life and interest to U.S. letters, from Ben Franklin to Robert Frost...
...Gomulka drops his pencil, closes the manila folder on an unfinished speech, a lone late-staying assistant throws a dark overcoat over Gomulka's thin shoulders, and he clumps out to his ZIS limousine, pausing a moment to look across the streets and roofs of Warsaw shining with frost. Not in his office, or in intellectual circles, but out there in the dark bitter cold is the problem he must lick before Poland or the world knows whether he is a real leader...