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...Edinburgh one night last week, a stocky, square-faced woman with a fiery glint in her eye strode determinedly into a performance of Sydney Goodsir Smith's The Wallace, one of the highlights of the Scottish capital's annual festival of music and drama. As the tale of Sir William Wallace's† wars with England ended and the orchestra broke into God Save the Queen, Scottish Nationalist Wendy Wood, 66. stayed in her seat and hissed. Then, while tweedy Englishmen and their sensibly shod wives, stared in amazement, Wendy led a scattering of supporters...
...reading "Fascist"' and "Dictator," burst into the distinctive "whoop, whoop, whoop" that is the Congolese version of a boo. Seemingly undismayed by their jeers -and by the fact that his summit conference had attracted mainly minor bureaucrats instead of the 20 heads of state he had invited-Lumumba strode to the stage of the Palace of Culture to cry to his guests: "Gentlemen, you are now making contact with Congolese reality...
...Falmouth. The "telegraph" (semaphore) to London was unfinished. So Pickle's skipper, Lieut. John Richards Lapenotiere, jounced for 37 hours in a post chaise to Whitehall. It was 16 days after the fleet's guns fell silent that Lapenotiere rode through Admiralty Arch, strode into the secretary's office and announced baldly: "Sir, we have gained a great victory, but we have lost Lord Nelson...
...apart. They begged for a break and some food, but Rocky was having none of it. Said he to his aides: "Let's keep them here till they finish." This time, he ordered no sandwiches. At 9:33 p.m., almost twelve hours after the session began. Rockefeller strode into the pressroom and, wiping his brow, announced tersely: "It's settled!" Insisted Rockefeller: "The people of New York State pay me $50,000 a year to make decisions like this, and I'll assume responsibility for any fare rise...
...suite at Chicago's Sheraton-Blackstone last week strode Barry Morris Goldwater, his jaw squared, his iron-grey hair brushed back. A flood of humanity, with its placards and dizzying array of Goldwater-for-President buttons, heaved against him as he tried to push his way through. "God bless you!" they cried. "The country needs you, Barry!" they yelled. "I want to shake your hand! You're the only real Republican in the running!" A man thrust a book under his nose shouting "Autograph my Bible!" and handed him a copy of Barry's credo, The Conscience...