Washington cocktail-bibbers set out for the four-story, grey stone Yugoslav embassy in delighted throngs one night last week to attend a party celebrating the sixth year of Tito's rule. It seemed certain to produce gossip. If Tito provided the sumptuous buffet usual at such affairs, the guests could not only eat well, but make ironic asides about the Yugoslav famine. If the table was bare, they could at least have the spartan pleasure of watching high U.S. officials—who had accepted in droves—struggling to be polite while hungry.
By 6:30 the sidewalk before the embassy was jammed. It stayed jammed for some...
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