The Press: Paradise, Ltd.

Correspondents in Moscow pinched themselves to make sure they weren't dreaming. They didn't want to say it too loud, but for one eventful week their dispatches had gone through the Soviet censors—uncensored, and fast. Maybe their censorship protest (TIME. Nov. 12)—which Viacheslav M. Molotov had brushed aside as "not solid"—had done some good, after all. The Associated Press was also inclined to credit a strange interlude at the Foreign Commissar's big reception on Nov. 7. At midnight Molotov strolled over to bulky, balding APman Eddy Gilmore.

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