At sidewalk cafes, in dreary queues, on street corners and stubble-strewn fields throughout the world, men paused last week (as every week) to pass a word with their fellows and lighten their burdens with a wry joke. Here 85 there, as the talk shuttled, TIME'S correspondents bent an ear to listen:
In Bucharest, Rumanians forgot for a moment the might of the Red army in the account of the latest U.S. super-super-super Flying Fortress. It was so huge that the pilot, hearing a noise behind him, had to dispatch a courier by motorcycle to...
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