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...North Koreans were defiant enough to transgress even this restricted legal loop. The U.N. instantly reacted. But when Mac Arthur was chasing the Korean Reds toward the 38th parallel, an outcry arose that showed how deeply the border-crossing fetish had sunk into the Western mind. MacArthur, it was held, would in become an aggressor if he crossed the parallel in pursuit of the criminal force...
...Southeast Asia, is probably the best any British possession has ever had. The government is bringing along natives as No. 2 men in all departments. By Oriental standards education is already advanced (literacy is around 40%), and big school-building programs are afoot. On my way out to see Mac-Donald at "Bukit Serene," three miles from Johore Bahru, the Malayan taxi driver said: "If we were going five miles, I would have to ask you to lie down on the floor. The bandits keep watch at five miles. If they saw you, then at seven miles they would shoot...
...still these gentlemen have decided nothing!" Someone said: "They are not going to award a prize this year, they are not..." A voice roared: "Passageway! Clear a space for the photographers!" The door of the inner room opened, and looking solemnly down on the surging crowd stood Pierre Mac Orlan, painter, novelist, .and youngest (67) member of the academy, who, by tradition, must announce the winner. Slowly Mac Orlan came down the steps, pushed his way to the microphone. Said he: "The Prix Goncourt for 1950 goes to Paul Colin for his novel Les jeux sauvages...
Kalimpong's main social center is the Himalayan Hotel, operated by the Mac-Donalds, a jovial Scottish-Tibetan family, who organize Saturday night parties liberally spiced with unusual conversation and hot millet beer. On one recent occasion, in the dining room, a Buddhist Englishwoman thought that she recognized another woman guest. "I beg your pardon," she said, "but haven't we met in a previous incarnation?" "Yes," was the reply, "I believe we have. I was Joan of Arc and you were my brother." The Englishwoman drew herself up haughtily. 'Certainly not," she snapped, "I have never...
...Overhead. Mac McDonnell still keeps his nose close to his drawing board, his eye on production. He likes to pad around the huge war-surplus plant on the edge of Lambert-St. Louis field, uses a public-address system to tell his 6,500 employees about new orders as soon as they come in. Lest they think that he is overpaid, he reminded them in his last annual report that his own salary (after taxes) is only "equal to the wages ... of ten unskilled laborers...