For a month Berlin had been deceptively quiet, as though the antagonists, while not relaxing their holds, had paused for breath. Last week the silence was broken by a brass-lunged blast from Colonel Frank L. Howley, hard-bitten commander of the city's U.S. sector. On New Year's Day, two or three U.S. officials telephoned their Russian opposite numbers to wish them a prosperous New Year. When he heard of this incident last week, Howley's quick-triggered temper exploded:
"Prosperous New Year—like hell! Instructions in the Russian army manual are not to mix with us except when essential to fulfill their missions. These days...
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