Two months after the revolt that swept away King Feisal II and the regime of Nuri asSaid, Baghdad is an armed camp. It simmers with hatred for the foreigner. Its dusty streets are oppressive with the sense of suppressed violence. Cops and soldiers with planted bayonets guard hotel entrances. Armored cars bristle before public buildings and jeep-mounted recoilless 106-mm. guns glower down the broad avenues, presumably on guard against the "corruption" and "imperialist aggressors" the Baghdad radio so ceaselessly attacks. Barefoot young people rove the banks of the Tigris, singing patriotic...
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