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Then last week the A.P. sent out the captioned picture below showing Miss Paik of Pyongyang, sergeant in the Communist "Reception Personnel", with a copy of TIME'S July 23 issue opened to the story about her. "Pert in an olive jacket and blue skirt" (as the story described her), she had said that she wanted a unified Korea, then discreetly smiled off a question about who should run it. Perhaps this story about her is not the only reason for her intent look. On that same page a picture box reported thousands of South Koreans demonstrating against...
...Said the News: "We've never . . . blown our editorial horn for any nudist cult . . . Where do you put your change, cigarettes and matches? [But] we've urged outright rebellion against any and all social edicts which say a guy has to pull a hot jacket over a carcass which already, probably, is steaming like a 1908 Maxwell. Down with any heartless females and etiquette fanatics who'd still like to see us looking like boiled lobsters and feeling like steamed clams." The News confidently headlined...
...M.P.s directing traffic with burp guns slung from their shoulders. (Admiral Joy had agreed to a "necessary minimum" of armed Communist soldiers.) Outside the conference building (newly designated by the Communists as "United Nations House") they found two North Korean officers and a woman sergeant, pert in an olive jacket and blue skirt, who turned out to be a Miss Paik of Pyongyang. The three told the U.N. convoy commander they were there to provide any services they could...
...York hotel; in the next 48 hours, he tries on a man-about-town role several sizes too large for him. Getting sickly drunk at a bar, he slithers away in a Walter Mitty mood, pretending: "Rocky's mob got me ... I kept putting my hand under my jacket, on my stomach and all, to keep the blood from dripping all over the place. I didn't want anybody to know I was even wounded . . . Boy, was I drunk...
...that of Joe Louis and a cigar-store Indian. When he walks out to introduce an act he looks as though someone had wound him up with a key-located somewhere under the coat hanger that seems to have been built into the broad shoulders of his double-breasted jacket. But televiewers apparently approve his wooden personality. Sullivan's hourlong, celebrity-studded variety show, Toast of the Town (Sun. 8 p.m., CBS-TV), has been continuously on the air since 1948, has won more than 300 awards and citations, is rated a close runner-up to Milton Berle...