The President arrived at ten in the afternoon. At the airport to greet him were his able Vice President (who combines the baleful glare of Sonny Listen with a Groucho Marx mustache) and the fat, 5-ft.-tall head of the Youth League (who wears mammoth gold stars and carries his money in bulging sacks). During his stay the President was entertained by native dancers who balanced pickaxes, shovels and barrels of mortar on their heads. He supped on cherry pop and sponge cake while solemnly touring a gallery hung with photographs of Mao...
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