(See front cover and pictures, pp. 38 & 39)
Sixty miles southwest of Munich, on the fringe of the Bavarian Alps, lie the twin villages of Garmisch-Partenkirchen. The houses have brightly painted walls. The inns have tiled stoves in the dining rooms. Woodcutters in green felt hats, puffing pipes that reach down to their waists, use oxcarts to haul pine logs down the snowy mountain roads. Last week the wintry quiet of Garmisch-Partenkirchen was pleasantly shattered by an event which mystified the woodcutters as much as it delighted the innkeepers by accounting for...
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