Last week the U.S. Navy was embarrassed. It had a king on its hands who wanted to go home. There was no need of a plebiscite; the king had all of his 164 subjects with him in exile, and they wanted to go home, too.
King Juda, the Paramount Chief of Bikini, and his gentle, easy-living and pious (missionary-converted) people had gracefully consented to move when the Navy told them that a monstrous Thing would blast their island. Rongerik, some 100 miles to the southeast, was just as large, just as green as...
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