Word: caf
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Abdel Karim Kassem had been the nation's idol, but now the mention of his name drew sneers as well as applause from Baghdad crowds. As his tan Chevrolet station wagon rolled past the coffee shops on teeming Rashid Street, some coffee drinkers propped their legs on the café tables to show Kassem the soles of their feet-an Arab gesture of contempt. Demonstrators protesting last month's execution of 13 popular Iraqi army officers (TIME, Sept. 28) even dared to chant: "Allah is great, Kassem is crazy." In the sultry heat of Baghdad, many...
Last week for devotees of the Beach all around the world, there was earth-shaking news: Doney's was no longer unquestioned monarch of the Via Veneto. The challenger: the bustling Café de Paris, which occupies the sidewalk opposite Doney's, and for the last few months has been looking more and more like a winner...
Moving among the tables in the Ibis café in Cairo's new Nile Hilton Hotel, pretty Afaf Abou Ali, 22, daughter of a well-to-do Alexandria family and owner of a B.A. degree from Alexandria University, went about her waitress job with more spirit than the job usually gets elsewhere in the world. After all, jobs for long-sheltered Egyptian women have until lately been few and far between, and her $150 a month at the Hilton was three times what she could earn in government work. Besides, there were unexpected fringe benefits: one day a guest...
...longer "an eye-catcher." A strolling policeman no longer accepts the gratuitous glass of iced sherbet from the street vendor, under pain of prosecution for them both if he does. Office "peons" no longer demand "tea money" for leading callers to officials. Karachi's once-flourishing café society stays home, has abandoned the nightclubs to foreigners. As one businessman, who has made $2,000,000 in the past four years, put it, sipping his drink in private in his home: "Why provoke the tiger...
When tiny (5 ft. 4 in.) Sculptor César saunters through his old Left Bank haunts these days, it is like a triumphal procession. Grave, bearded men bow in deference. Old friends cry out, "Congratulations!" Throwing himself into a chair at the Café Deux Magots, César snaps: "Your coffee's no good. Bring me hot chocolate." Waiters rush to carry out his bidding. Both they and César know that three years ago César would have been unable to pay for a single cup of coffee or chocolate...