Rumor that De Gaulle was under the knife sped through Paris. . . . Finally, at 7:15 p.m., a bulletin signed by three doctors said that De Gaulle had been operated on that morning.

Within Castle Tavern, at Holborn, Charles Perth and Lord Lucan were drowning their disparate sorrows in a glass of daffy.

Perhaps, finally, the Netherlands will shed itself of the backhanded compliment of being the best team never to win a world championship.

The Moon eclipsed the Sun.