On the flat stretches of Flushing Meadows, fanned by autumn's first cool breezes, the red and yellow dahlias nodded cheerily. So did Andrei Vishinsky. "I," beamed the Soviet Foreign Minister on his arrival, "am optimistic by nature."
The glow seemed to spread over the whole General Assembly on its opening day of firmly fixed smiles and heavy hand-pumping. Delegates exchanged greetings with an almost perfectly uniform ritual: strong right-hand clasp, affectionate left-hand pat on the back. The official nurse, on duty just across a corridor from the General Assembly Hall, dispensed only...
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