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...long ago. Beatriz and her husband. Lawyer Carlos Giron. were relaxing in a Paris nightclub when an enterprising photographer caught them gazing at one of the performers (see cut). While papa Aleman was off touring the Iron Curtain countries (see below), the picture reached Editor Pages. Unlike most Mexican editors, Pages is less interested in pleasing bigwigs than in printing what he considers interesting copy. He gave the picture from Paris a full-page spread. As soon as the magazine hit the newsstands, a storm broke over Editor Pages' head...
...with Soft Hands. Molotov was born Vyacheslav Skriabin, son of a Great Russian retail clerk who worked in a dry-goods store in the village of Kukarka (now Sovietsk). Papa Skriabin, though far from wealthy, owned a roomy frame house; his children went to high school and learned the violin, which Molotov is said to have played badly but with soul. Molotov has claimed the composer Skriabin as an uncle, but Skriabin's family does not reciprocate...
...three years as a student, Molotov boned up on the techniques of violence. He was soon a certified expert: organizer of the underground in St. Petersburg's high schools, and author of proclamations that clamored for class revolt. By the time he was 27, Papa Skriabin's boy had been jailed six times, exiled twice. His name was so well known to the Okhrana, the Czarist secret police, that he changed it to Akim Prostota, which means roughly "Simple Sam." But the comrades called, him Molotov-a derivative of molot, a hammer...
...wanted by the community." Enrolled as a graduate student at Harvard, Norbert was frequently miserable. "I had no proper idea of personal cleanliness and personal neatness, and I myself never knew when I was to blurt out some unpardonable rudeness." By now, he wanted to rebel against papa, yet he lacked the daring to do so. At Harvard he was looked upon as something of a freak, for there, writes Wiener with a bitterness that the years do not seem to have erased, "a gentlemanly indifference" toward matters of the mind was very much the style. And most disturbing...
...time he vacillated between mathematics and philosophy, finally chose math, with brilliant results. Looking back on his youth, Norbert Wiener tries hard to strike a judicious balance. He still admires the standards of scholarship and devotion to intellectual matters he learned from his father. He cannot help agreeing with papa that it was worth learning geometry, Greek, Latin and German "at an age when most boys are learning trivialities." But, he adds, "my boyhood was not all cakes...