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...already resulted in the arrest of one businessman and the conviction of two newsmen on charges of libel (see LAW). Last week, as Second Secretary Raymond F. Smith walked across the grounds of the U.S. embassy, two Soviet policemen grabbed him roughly from behind, wrestled him and tore his jacket. Though the policemen had no right to enter the embassy grounds, it was later claimed that they had mistaken the American for a Soviet citizen Smith was the Foreign Service officer who had been assigned by the U.S. to observe and report on Shcharansky's trial...
...visitors to deal with, no high-pressure meetings. During the afternoon, he stepped onto the stone terrace outside his office and sat at the round glass table where he often holds his weekly national security luncheons. It was hot and sticky, about 95°, but Carter kept his blue jacket buttoned, his red tie high on his collar. Only a few feet away his daughter Amy was taking her first diving lesson, and the sound of the slamming board passed through the hedge that enclosed the patio...
...usual weekend crowd, multiplied by a special Fourth of July factor, streaming across the platforms to the Manhattan-bound trains. It is a white, albeit well-tanned crowd: Jamaica Station is the terminal stop for all the trains coming in from the Hamptons and the other smoking-jacket resorts on Long Island, and affluence hangs heavy in the air on a holiday weekend. Young couples, sleek tans glistening under alligator shirts and Gucci shorts, tote their tennis rackets on top of their other luggage; a slightly older woman, just beginning to lose her lifelong war against crow's feet...
...grasped his Eisenhower jacket by the lapels and tugged it. "I can't, I won't drag this uniform through politics. It's been all my life," he said. We must help him; what should...
...just look at his eyes. Let's take him home," coos a blonde woman. Clad in an Antartex lambskin jacket draped over the L.L. Bean genuine hand-knit imported Icelandic fleece sweater, she is cootchy-cooing into the face of a freshly shorn Shropshire ewe. "But, honey," groans her husband, waving a brand-new shepherd's crook in the direction of the sheep's hindquarters...