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MILTO Polykaravakis, the shipping tycoon, was in a foul mood as he sat in his

THE marriage of Christina Onassis to a Soviet ex-shipping functionary may have raised eyebrows in the West, but in a small committee room in the east wing of the Kremlin, three commissars raised their cham¬pagne glasses and drank a toast. They were celebrating the success of phase one of what was known as Operation Britannia.

ONCE upon a time, a noted Viennese psychiatrist named Professor Waldo Kopfschrinker was visited by a young girl from the Frankenthal region of the Palatinate in Germany.

I SUPPOSE that at one time or another in our lives, we victims of the stresses and strains of Western civilization are inevitably attracted to oriental mysticism and its promise of peace of mind.

Or How to be Helpful to Innocents Abroad Looking for Panepistimiou Street

LAST month, I begged the forbearance of our local readers in order to give visitors to this country a rundown on what it is all about.

NOW THAT April is here and the tourists will start coming in droves to our country, I think I should beg the forbearance of our regular readers and devote this page to a short rundown on what Greece is all about.

IN OUR last instalment of the continuing saga of the Beatnik we left Caramel Cream, the handsome bushy-browed premier of the Freaks, seeking a Fresh Parliamentary Mandate with which to fight his hated rival, the Jerk premier Demi-Tasse.

THE GREEK equivalent for Epiphany is ‘Ta Phota’ which literally translated means ‘The Lights’.

I WAS sorry to hear that my friend Polykarpos had died suddenly of a heart attack. He had been a pleasant fellow and a good bridge partner — that is, when some sign or omen had not prevented him from joining the game.