Every other summer for twelve years the Communists have served up a monster propaganda rally for fellow travelers of the younger set from all over the world, and for any other ingenuous souls who could be enticed along. Until this year, the circuses were always staged behind the Iron Curtain, with plenty of Red police to keep things moving by the numbers, and press censorship to blank out any slipups. But last week, when the pink pipes of Pan sounded for the Seventh Youth Festival in neutral Vienna's vast Prater fairgrounds, there was...
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