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...Britain the foolish display of the anti-Greek demonstrators left unpleasant echoes. Those behind the riots, wrote the Daily Mirror, "are not merely leading woolly-minded undergraduates in woolly-minded peace protests; they are providing a shield for mischievous Communist agitation." The paper noted that "Greece is about the only country in eastern Europe free from dictatorship," then posed a question that self-advertised idealists have yet to answer: When was the last time they demonstrated in behalf of the political prisoners of Lithuania or Estonia or Latvia or Poland or Hungary or Rumania or Bulgaria or East Germany...
...sheep and Aberdeen Angus. But for the rest, on Europe's Grand Prix circuit, Clark races fast cars. "The new Stirling Moss," his opponents call him, and the recently retired master concurs. Says Moss: "Jimmy is the last man I'd want to see in my rearview mirror...
...mirror one day, his wife saw a strange face, that of a very young girl-saintly, fair, rather sad. From his wife's description, Constantino knew instantly who it was: his own beloved sister Izildinha, who had died back home in 1911 at the age of 13. Izildinha, rumor had it, was so devout that Jesus once visited her. Again and again, Senhora Ribeiro's visions returned, and as Izildinha's fame spread, so did Constantino's business...
PRINCE PHILIP AND THE PROFUMO SCANDAL, shrieked the tabloid London Daily Mirror from the top of Page One. The astounding suggestion that British royalty was involved in the shameful mess was almost a guarantee that the paper would be bought and the story read to the last word. The trick was a familiar one to British readers, wise to the ways of the brazen innuendo, the veiled hints of Fleet Street's popular press. Hemmed in by archaic libel laws, the scandal sheets are almost always read for the information they do not actually print-the stories that...
...better of the tawdry gesture and waved Rudolph off. As he left the ring, a bitter spectator swung at him. Clay ducked and grinned: "I'll take my pistol to you." In his dressing room, Cassius rubbed cold cream into his tender nose, vainly examined it in a mirror. "I've never had a bloody nose before," he said. "That left hook-I've never been hit so hard by anyone...