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...signs on the walls that they forgot their other jokes. These strange-looking notices made vague references to theatricals, agents, children and pets which none of the agents, children or pets around me could understand. (There were no theatricals around to be consulted, although a hippopotamus hiding under an ash tray was also perplexed...
...trying to escape. Later the same day, however, two Beirut taxi drivers, both of whom knew Waite by sight, said they were certain they had seen him, surrounded by a band of armed men, walking on a street in a southern Beirut suburb and waving to passersby. Still later ash-Shiraa, the Lebanese newspaper that first broke the story of the secret talks between Iran and the U.S., reported that Waite was likely to be released sometime this week. Lebanese Leader Nabih Berri made a similar predication. But for the moment, the Anglican envoy's whereabouts were unknown...
...BRANSON, Missouri, my Grandpa and his pals used to head down every afternoon to the straightforwardly named Branson Cafe--another bygone champion of the Bottomless Mug. Amidst a clutter of ash trays and never-empty mugs, they'd toss around sly insults, last week's news, and raspy laughs. That place was their entertainment, their escape, and the Bottomless Mug was the basis of their circle...
...Tehran bureau responsible for exporting Islamic-style revolution, is an expendable power broker, the case against him has wider political significance. The Iranscam affair became public knowledge after radical supporters of Hashemi reportedly leaked the story of Iran's covert diplomatic and military dealings with the U.S. to ash-Shiraa, the Lebanese magazine that Ronald Reagan subsequently described as "that rag in Beirut." Moreover, Khomeini's public support for punishing Hashemi has been interpreted by some observers as evidence that the radicals in the Iranian leadership are losing ground to the pragmatists...
...would give them up but never did, disparagingly called them) provoke unabashed nostalgia. In his Belle Epoque sirens, in the mild, arrogant masks of his Edwardian gentry, are preserved the lineaments of a world soon to be buried like Pompeii, along with Sargent's own reputation, beneath the ash and rubble of World War I. Of course, he had to be revived. In Reagan's America, you cannot keep a good courtier down. Perhaps the rhinos and she-crocodiles whose gyrations between Mortimer's and East Hampton give us our vision of social eminence today are content to entrust their...