24 SEPTEMBER 1965, Page 3

Portrait of the Week-

ROTH INDIA AND PAKISTAN declared a cease-fire in response to the 'demand' of the UN Security Council—an almost unprecedented example of great-power co-operation to stop the war. But the problem of Kashmir remained, and, as Mr. Shastri warned that Peking wished to dominate the whole of Asia, the Indians looked forward to further Chinese incursions over the Himalayas. In Viet- nam, after intense fighting, US paratroops destroyed a large Vietcong force in the central highlands—proof that the Communist monsoon offensive was fizzling out and that the military balance was swinging towards the Americans. Yet from the week's events in Asia, only one thing was certain: from the Hindu Kush to the Mekong delta, the great game continues.

EVENTS AT HOME were clouded, unreal, Of farcical rather than violent, complex or sinister. The Great Plan continued to arouse respectful, lengthy, but sceptical comment, as economic specialists and laymen alike saw that its vast prophecies neglected one of the most vital, dynamic factors in human affairs, the old Adam, the acquisitive instinct, the need for incentives. In the Phil- harmonic Hall in Liverpool cries of 'fascist' rang out as Mr. Wilson spoke, and in Bury he de- nounced as 'treason' the action of City specu- lators and recalcitrant shop stewards; the Labour rally was cut short for the Prime Minister to meet 'an important person,' none other than that stalwart _symbol of the £. the Lord Mayor of London. Halcyon days, still, for the alliance be- tween Whitehall and the City. Mr. Heath headed a trail-blazing motorcade through the north of Scotland, the Liberals convened at Scarborough, With Mr. Grimond very fiercely saying, 'Wait and see,' the Government's land policy was disclosed, and the BP rig. Sea Gem, struck methane forty- tvvo miles east of the Humber. Turning to de- licious frivial things, white collars and cuffs were in for the young male, and to be really 'in touch' the body of the shirt must have a difference.

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MR. JAY AND MR. CALLAGHAN became grandfathers, the country correspondent of the Guardian noted a nuthatch running up a Carnarvonshire apple- tree, and nineteen-year-old beatnik Michael Chap- !in, for whom Mr. Justice Waller confessed he was Wholly lacking in sympathy,' won an injunction against the . publication of his autobiography. Carol Day at last told her uncle she was engaged to Gordon Grimes, and boxing referee Jim Mahoney lifted up the wrong man's hand at Belle Vile. You can't just win.