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...federation would have to be done later by a special commission headed by Lord Monckton, Macmillan departed from a thoroughly confused Nyasaland for the Union of South Africa, where a few Africans in the streets tried to attract his attention with homemade placards: MONTY CLOSED HIS EYES OPEN YOURS, MAC! Asked whether he would see any "non-white leaders," he blandly declared that this would be up to "my hosts." Finally, at a reception given by the mayor of Johannesburg, Macmillan found something to say that fitted in with what he considered a proper discretion. Looking out over a park...
...Moon King" by adoring Frenchmen. Dean Bundy decides to tour Russia and is termed "Prince of Peace" by adoring Russians. He explains that the trip was "non-political," that he "only wanted to confirm Lacy-Zarubin exchange." President Pusey wires Yale President Griswold, "5 will get you 10 'Ole Mac he's back in town...
...original when I was a sublieutenant in His Majesty's army in 1917, and I can tell you that this production is even better." With that, he seated himself at a piano and ripped off half a dozen numbers from the show, and then tossed in Mac Namara's Band. Leaving the stage, he sat down to watch and loudly cheer Leave It to Jane - for the 30th time this year. All through the show there were tears in his eyes and bravos on his lips...
Jennifer, the flagellant with fluorescent molars, is a new character. But her leering mother-in-law, who crouches by a hot-air register listening to the merry whack of belt on flesh, is an old friend from the first novel. So is Heroine Allison Mac-Kenzie, the girl author who writes by day and wrongs by night. Like Author Metalious, she produces a bestseller about a meretricious little New England town, and is all but drummed out of it by indignant neighbors. Her fatherly old publisher comforts her in the best way he knows how, and he certainly knows...
...another Tory M.P. At 1:25 a.m., long after the Laborites at their glum command post across the square had conceded defeat in Britain's 1959 general election, an elegant, grey-haired figure in evening dress stepped from a sedan to a surge of Tory cheers. "Well done, Mac," shouted voices. "You did it!" The tall, patrician-looking man paused for a moment, his handsome wife in blue evening gown at his side. "It has gone off rather well," murmured Prime Minister Harold Macmillan...