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THIS crude grey parapet is no proper wall at all. It is an unsymmetrical thing, uncouth and raw, like a wound made by a jagged instrument. In many places it already is crumbling, but the Communists keep building it up, making it even higher. At first you wonder why it is so revolting to behold. Then you realize that the Wall was meant to be an insult to human dignity. As such it is a masterpiece; its execution is perfect because it is being wrought by artisans who consciously hate...
...toned Cadillac purred to a stop on a sleazy block of Manhattan's West 45th Street. Out climbed a distinguished-looking, grey-haired man. He negotiated the litter-strewn sidewalk, threaded his way through a scattering of post-teen wenches in black leather jackets and boys with duck-tailed haircuts. For a moment, he stared dubiously at a hole-in-the-wall honky-tonk called the Peppermint Lounge, then rushed back to the waiting limousine burbling, "This is the place!" Quickly, two men and three women got out and gingerly followed their scout past the long, noisy bar into...
...lips together as if they were their own best friends, and in the archly mingled inflections of Cupid and cupidity queries each promising male: "What line are you in?" Robert Weede and Mimi Benzell play the romantic leads, and their rich, Met-seasoned voices carry an uncommonly melodic score. Grey-haired Songster Weede is a spigot of ageless charm, and he is turned...
...grey spring of 1940, when most of Europe had fallen to Hitler's legions, Arthur Krock, then the Washington bureau chief of the New York Times, read and was deeply impressed by the college thesis of a 23-year-old Harvard senior. Krock urged that the paper be published in book form-and with the title Why England Slept, it sold some 40,000 copies on both sides of the Atlantic. As a study of the mistakes that took Britain into war, and as a warning to the U.S. against such errors, Why England Slept was a considerable achievement...
Franco last week returned to Burgos, a grey and Gothic city festooned with flags, flowers and triumphal arches. With him went almost everyone of importance in Spain: Cabinet ministers in frock coats, generals and admirals weighted down with medals, Falangists in blue shirts and white coats, and tens of thousands of Castilian peasants, stiffly dressed in their Sunday best. After High Mass and Te Deum in the 13th century cathedral, Dictator Franco went to the Plaza Mayor and told the crowd, in his reedy monotone, that he had defeated Communism and given his countrymen more than two decades of peace...