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...Pearl's researches unscathed (save for a regal tendency, noted by Gladstone, to spike her claret with whisky). But Edward VII, her son and heir, was such a celebrated patron of the tarts that La Goulue (Lautrec's model) would call out at the Jardin de Paris: "Allo, Wales! Est-ce-que tu vas payer man champagne...
...Marinese greeted the prosperous-looking migrants with friendly cries of "Allo, Americani" but when the voters went to the polls this week, they voted back the Reds with a far greater majority than last time...
...wile is too corny or battle-worn for Lola as she romps about the stage to an insistent Latin rhythm, flinging caution and clothing to the winds. Stretched on a locker-room bench upstage, she sparks the onslaught with a try at the always reliable peek-a-boo technique. "Allo, Joe, it's meee-ee," she coos. A second later she is up and mincing forward as purposefully pigeon-toed as Betty Boop. Along the line two gloves and a skirt fly off; then, as suddenly sultry as the sirocco, Lola wheels to flaunt the angular arabesques of Theda...
...launched this Point Four program singlehanded in Haiti, Jimmy Plinton, now 38, is famous. Everyone from President Paul Magloire (whose glittering uniforms Jimmy cleans) to a back-country peasant greets him with a smiling, "Allo, Jeemie!" Few Haitians can understand why a man as successful as Jimmy still works in his own plant. But, responding to Jimmy's affection for the country and grateful for the revolution he has wrought, the Haitian government has awarded him the National Order of Honor and Merit, grade of Knight...
Waste of Time & Money. These homely activities made sense to the France that bred Antoine Pinay-not the American tourist's France of roasted chestnuts and rhinestoned poodles on the Champs-Ely-sées, "Allo darleeng" in the Place Pigalle, pressed duck at the Tour d'Argent, bikinis at Biarritz and baccarat at Nice-but the provincial France of hard-scraped farms, gnarled vineyards, smudgy little factories; of closefisted small shopkeepers, scuff-knuckled farmers and black-stockinged bakers' daughters. It is a France tradition-bound, slow to change, as stolid, solid and unspectacular as the pallid...