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Well, it looks as if they’ve got Moise Tshombe. He was not the sort of fellow you can allow to run around loose in these progressive days. Likes to run his government in his own way, ready to work amicably with Europeans and even with (smile when you say that word, stranger) capitalists, believes in Christianity, hates Communists, distrusts the UN. You know the kind: trouble-maker, stirrer-up of tensions, fomenter of the cold war, road block in the path of Africa’s Liberation, reactionary, fascist, and probably a white man in disguise. So he had to go, and since all the maneuvers of Dag Hammarskjold and Rajeshwar Dayal and all the operations of the disorderly, divided troops of the first wave of the UN invasion couldn’t get him, the machine-hard Gurkhas had to be brought in, by the thousands—in the planes of the U.S. Air Force and the transport of the U.S. Navy—and put down in his territories. With the Gurkha hammer suspended over his head, his local rivals, egged on, could raise their cowardly spirits, invite him to parley, and grab him by an act of treachery which should win them new ovations on their next appearance at the General Assembly.

After his meeting with the President, Nelson Rockefeller informs us that the aircraft that met the Cuban expedition “were not Cuban jets.” Not a peep of denial has been heard from the Cuban aircraft industry.

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