It was to be a big, black-tie crush of an affair. The City of New York, a lavish host, had rented the main ballroom of the Waldorf-Astoria for the occasion. Over turtle soup and filet mignon, and through a few innocuous speeches, everyone would ignore the war in Korea for the moment, be friendly and smiling for each other and the photographers. Hence the whole thing, like past U.N. banquets, would be unreal, in a pleasant sort of way, and also somewhat dull.
But that was not the way it turned out at all. As the 1,500 diners comfortably sipped...
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