One morning last week, Transjordan's King Abdullah, in khaki Arab Legion uniform and a black lambskin kalpak which added some inches to his height, stepped from a plane at Cairo's Almaza Field. He was warmly bussed by Egypt's hulking King Farouk. All was friendly, in a regal way. For two days they talked together, ate together. Together they went to the Mohamed Ali Mosque on the night of mid-Shaaban, when Moslems appeal to God for a happy fate. Together they chanted: "Allah save us from any calamities that we know and those we don't know."
Of his talks with King...
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