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...enemy, it was an alarming thought. The Viet Cong has pledged "to smash the election farce of the U.S. aggressors and their henchmen in Saigon," and ordered all the 541 candidates running for 108 places in the assembly-to be elected Sept. 1 1-to "withdraw their names immediately" on pain of death. So far the V.C. have talked tougher than they have acted: no candidates have yet been assassinated. But Communist cadres have been infiltrating hamlets and villages at night to conduct anti-election seminars, and have begun stealing identification cards and voter registration slips from peasants. The Viet...
...heart! With horror the voyagers realize that the only way back to the brain lies through the gnashing organ whose terrible turbulence would smash their delicate ship to smithereens. Then all at once top brass (Edmond O'Brien and Arthur O'Connell) has a dazzling idea: if the patient's heart were stopped for 60 seconds, the submarine might squeak through the right ventricle without getting tangled in the chordae tendineae that hang there in hundreds like looping lianas...
...When we started playing, man, they forgot all about Viet Nam." It was Jazz Pianist Earl ("Fatha") Mines crooning as he and his cool, cool sextet finished up a six-week gig around Russia. After inviting them, the Soviet government did everything it could think of to mash the smash-even going so far as to cancel scheduled performances in Moscow and Leningrad. Hines and his boys found plenty of cats in the boondocks, playing to S.R.O. crowds. "Jazz is happiness," grinned Fatha. "I know the Russians don't have much to smile about, but after they heard...
...picture is a hit, Streisand may finally become assured of her talent. To the Brooklyn girl who didn't see Manhattan until she was 14, the "something" she has always wanted is not to be simply a smash on the West End or Broadway. "To me, being really famous," she says, "is being a movie star...
...readings were a smash,. and so was the reader. A stocky little fellow with mouse-brown hair and the eyes of a day-old calf, Voznesensky stumbled onstage like a lost delivery boy. Yet as he stood before the microphone, he swelled as though a mighty wind had rushed into him. His eyes blazed, his arms flung wide, and out of his small body rolled a big dark golden tremolo that thundered in the theater like a Kyrie of medieval Kiev...