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...tangled white curls were damp with perspiration; his face was pale. The pouches beneath his eyes were dark; his voice was hoarse but strong. "Too long have we ridden the grey ghost of me-tooism," he said. "When the roll is called, I shall cast my vote for Barry Goldwater...
...Grey, Quiet Failure." After more than 90 working days this year, Parliament has passed only five relatively minor bills. Completely neglected in the leaderless confusion were such ma jor items as a new pension plan for Canada, armed forces unification, a federal student aid program, and a twelve-mile fishing limit. In Ottawa's press gallery, newsmen long endeared to Pearson are starting to make the same acid wisecracks they once leveled at Diefenbaker ("Well, fellows, we've got a government to overthrow"). Wrote Diefenbaker Biographer Peter Newman (Renegade in Power: The Diefenbaker Years) in the current issue...
...combined the standard and the special: a coat, a dress, and long jersey stockings to match; quilted linings for storm coats; a smock over tights; a sable muff any sable would envy. Biggest news were the new culottes, tighter and more hippy, and a spate of long pants, from grey flannel trousers for day to bugle-beaded pajamas for play. Prices: $900 for a suit, $850 for a coat...
...larvae had been allowed to mature they would have turned into half-inch flies resembling bluebottles, with yellow heads and blue-grey bodies. The human botfly does not bite or lay its eggs on people, but enslaves smaller flies and mosquitoes by gluing its eggs to their bodies. When the slave bites a victim, the eggs hatch into larvae which bore into him. And, says Dr. Kaye, two of them might have been enough to start a general infestation of the U.S. with another painful pest...
...grey morning in Buenos Aires last week a milling throng of 3,000 massed in front of the River Plate Club. Shuffling and shivering in the cold of the South American winter, they waited neither for soccer nor for revolution, but for a court of law to convene. No ordinary courtroom could have held all the clamoring creditors of Alberto Abraham Natin, 55, a dapper, moonfaced real-estate wheeler-dealer who was charged with fraud and faced with bankruptcy. Before the crowd, seated at a stand draped in dark red felt, was a stern-faced federal judge. After months...