Yugoslavia's Marshal Tito, visiting in Moscow last week, had never looked more jovial. His handsome face had shed the cares of state and war. The Russian weather was raw with spring snow, but Russian hearts welcomed him with summer warmth. For the Kremlin wished to make it official: the onetime Croatian metalworker, who since 1941 has emerged from obscurity to become No. 1 man in the Balkans, is a very special friend.
Marshal Stalin lent him a huge green-windowed limousine. Foreign Commissar Molotov escorted him to the plush Bolshoi Theater, gestured to...
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