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...Wolf (Walt Disney). On her way to her grandmother's cottage, carrying a basket of cakes and wine, Little Red Riding Hood passes the Three Little Pigs' establishment. The two inferior pigs, squealing and cavorting as usual while their brother builds an addition to the house, advise Red Riding Hood to use a shortcut through the forest where the Big Bad Wolf spends his time. They accompany her along the shortcut, playing their gay flute and fiddle. When the Wolf , makes his appearance, imperfectly disguised as Goldilocks, the piglets behave as might be expected. They run home...
...motor ship of 5,113 gross tonnage, Leningrad built in 1931, trimly painted, carrying a cargo of cement, mica, chalk, fuller's earth, Caucasian wine, oil of apricots, juniper (gin) berries. All her officers and able seamen had individual outside cabins amidship. She carried two young stewardesses to feed and amuse her picked crew of young cadets. Even her name KNM (Kim} was chosen for pronunciation by non-Russian tongues. Aside from the motto "Ahead To World's Revolution" inscribed in the crew's game room (equipped with piano and radio) she took every precaution...
Last week the Académie des Sciences, Belles-Lettres et Arts de Bordeaux was calling for a song to make Frenchmen drink more wine. In dead earnest it posted a 5,000-franc ($300) prize for the best Hymn to the Wine of Bordeaux, with words and music, submitted before April 12 by a person of French birth...
That was quickly done, and once again, like crafty Odysseus, foxy Samouel Insullos sailed the wine-dark ocean past the isles of Greece. The end of adventure was not yet. The Maiotis' wheezy engines broke down outside the harbor and took many hours to repair. Then she ran into a heavy storm, was forced to take shelter in the lee of an island. Never a good sailor, Samuel Insull tossed sickishly about on his little freighter reeking of stale oil and garlic and whimpered that shiploads of U. S. pirates were lying in wait to kidnap...
Sweat beaded the folded hands of Argentine farmers in their pews. Sweat wilted the collar of the priest in the sanctuary. In an Indian summer hot beyond measure, the villagers of San Luis were trying to worship God. Father Juan Guerrera blessed the bread and wine. The villagers trailed forward to the altar rail to receive the Communion...