During their 11 months as hosts to U.N., New Yorkers had witnessed some exotic spectacles. There was the turbaned Moslem strolling unconcernedly down Fifth Avenue; the sight of Russia's Molotov, convoyed by a squad of bulky, grim-visaged MVD agents; the group of berobed delegates gulping down şişkebap in a midtown restaurant. The U.N. meetings themselves, at Lake Success, were almost as good as the Dodgers at Ebbets Field.
But New York's press, perhaps mirroring the sentiments of the majority of readers, had remained cool to the city's guests. Suburban Westchester residents had...
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