The host was in an ebullient vacation mood. Nikita Khrushchev met his guests, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Lippmann, at the gate of his Black Sea villa, and for the next eight hours he filled them with food and wine, battered them with talk and badminton (Khrushchev and a lady press aide v. the Lippmanns). By then, the 71-year-old columnist was bushed: "We insisted on leaving in order to go to bed." He flew off to record his second private audience in three years with the Soviet Premier.* Between the wine and badminton, Lippmann's ear...
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