Wind howled and whistled round the eaves of Tokyo's low rambling Imperial Palace (see ART, p. 45) at dawn last week. Despite the worst storm in years a silent nervous crowd waited patiently by the palace gates. In the city sleepless radio announcers stood by their microphones. A watchman in Tokyo's chief fire station was ready with hand on the siren cord. At 6:15, just as the full force of the storm broke against the palace walls, lights suddenly appeared. A uniformed aid scurried from a side door across a sanded driveway...
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