In his huge, bay-windowed Cairo office, President-Premier Mohammed Naguib last week puffed his pipe and busied himself with an agreeable task. He set out various photos of himself, cocked his head at them, then, with the help of curio dealers, selected appropriate silver frames. He was going to Khartoum in a few days as Egypt's delegate to the first session of the Sudan Parliament; the pictures would be gifts for his hosts. At 53, the native son was returning to his birthplace.
At that very moment Egypt's real governmentâthe young, twelve-man Revolutionary Command...
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