Jogging home in his high wheeled wooden cart, a Jugoslavian farmer boy looked out last week across a field of maize and thought he saw two peasant women tussling in the twilight. "Don't touch me, Milica!" screamed one. Cracking his whip and clucking to his nag, the farmer boy jogged on. Reaching home he mentioned with a shrug the trivial incident.
The field of maize was part of several thousand acres belonging to Baroness Irma Molnar, widowed sister-in-law of Hungary's famed Ferenc Molnar, fat, ironic playwright. Once a noted beauty, the Baroness Molnar...
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