Word: bistros
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...circ. 52,000) morning daily, Excelsior, it bloomed too close to home. Thoroughly enraged, Hemingway went to the Warner Bros, unit now filming The Old Man in Cuba, borrowed a tape-recorder man, a cameraman and a pressagent. Soon, Papa was set up in his favorite local bistro, La Terraza Café, on the harbor of Cojimar, a fishing village near Havana. With him sat grizzled Miguel Ramirez, 68, named in the stories as Papa's real Old Man. In colorfully fractured Spanish, Papa drew from Ramirez an admission: "It's all a lie." Next day Havana...
...bistro, they stumbled on an "oh so typical, hold it a minute please, mister" farmer who seemed furtively stealing a few moments relaxation at one of the sidewalk tables. He took the intrusion with good grace, and began, in fact, to converse with some of the multi-lingual invaders...
...eyewitness. "One thing led to another and this cat whipped out the difference [i.e., a gat] and started firing away. Everybody ducked for cover and I got so scared I ran up my buddy's back like a window shade." Accused as the cat with the difference: Negro Bistro Singer Billy (That Old Black Magic) Daniels, 40. Daniels, to whom it was "all a blank," was soon free on $2,500 bond. But the victim, a 33-year-old drifter, slightly wounded in the shoulder, was jugged as a material witness, with bail set at $5,000 (later halved...
...came from its star witness, prim Marie Natvig. In October Mrs. Natvig held the stand for 13 days, and under questioning by FCC Attorney Walter R. Powell Jr., told luridly and convincingly of meeting "Comrade Lamb" at a Communist Party gathering. The two discussed Communism in a Columbus, O. bistro named the Purple Cow, she swore, and ended the discussion in a hotel room, where she committed her "first act of infidelity." Three months later the grey-haired grandmother recanted. On the stand Mrs. Natvig said that she had been "brainwashed" and forced to lie about Lamb by FCC Lawyer...
...time the truth caught up with them. There was no International Federation of Professional Marksmen. Roger had won no championships, had shot no rifles and no pistols, had never even seen lower Broadway. His dreamy triumphs had all occurred while he lounged idly in a Left Bank bistro in Paris. Once again the laughter of fellow townsfolk rang in Roger's ears. But Roger did not stay to listen. By last week he had vanished, alone and inglorious, into the Norman countryside. His wife was suing him for divorce, and officials of the Legion of Honor were gruffly declining...