PERIPATETICS: Armor-Plated Andrei

Last week Andrei Andreevich Gromyko said he was going home. The Kremlin had something else for him to do (if he knew, Gromyko didn't say what), and his place as chief Soviet delegate at U.N. would go to a new man. Grinned New York's Daily News: "Here's your hat, Gromy . . . We'll try to bear up."

Americans had been watching Andrei Gromyko, off & on, for nine years, ever since he arrived in Washington in 1939, a tall, dark, diffident young man with darting, unfixed eyes. He had not changed much, just grown a little heavier; his brief...

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