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...creaking back-country bus filled with women and children suddenly explodes; a small town echoes to the shrieks of the dying as mortar shells are casually lobbed into its midst; a plastique charge shreds a Saigon café. Common enough events in South Viet Nam, they are part of the Viet Cong's conscious policy of killing and maiming civilians. Last year alone, some 11,000 innocent civilians were killed or kidnaped by the Viet Cong in their calculated campaign of terrorism...
...Chairman Louis Jeanson, 74, who, together with the local antique dealer, is in charge of the campaign, most of those hinky-dinky ditties about her were untrue. She was not a mademoiselle at all, but a tall, slim widow named Marie Lecoq who worked as a waitress at the Café de la Paix. Furthermore, during the four years that British and Commonwealth troops were stationed in Armentières, she was more virtuous than many of her unsung sisters. The ditty got its start, in fact, when she roundly slapped a British officer who tried to kiss...
Sitting outside the famed Rotonde café in Montparnasse in 1921, the late Abstract Painter Fernand Léger spied what he described as "an extraordinary mobile object" bicycling alone, dressed in clergyman's black and a derby hat. Wrote the painter: "He advanced quietly, scrupulously obeying the laws of perspective." It was Le Corbusier...
...hits the showier Village bars, tries an affair with a melancholy Village music teacher. It all seems pointless. Maybe abroad? "Rubbing your backside with a colored scarf and squirting wine out of goatskins?" Hopefully he hops off to Spain, moves into a dingy pensión, sits around in cafés with the local American beatniks, even goes off to Morocco for awhile to see if marijuana is the answer. And slowly he discovers what all sensible people know: that all the world over, hips are duller than squares. In the end he returns to the suburbs, his wife...
Somewhere in the South, a Negro seats himself in a newly integrated café. "Do you have any collard greens?" he asks the waitress. "Do you have any pigs' feet or pigs' tails? Do you have any mustard greens and corn bread?" To each question, the answer is no. "Well," says the Negro, "you folks aren't ready for integration...