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...money from rich friends and took off for Europe-supposedly to study, but actually to satisfy his itch to see what lay beyond the Belo Horizonte horizon. He did some serious postgraduate work at clinics in Paris. Berlin and Vienna, but he also spent a lot of time in caf...
Ambassador's Victory. The deal was cooked up and served to the startled public last week. This six-party coalition, apologized old George Papandreou, was "purely pre-electoral," and the non-Communists made no "ideological commitments" to the Communists. But in the streets, cafés and foreign embassies, it was received quite plainly as a victory for the Communists. It was a great coup for Russian Ambassador Mikhail Sergeev: for 2½ years he has been backslapping through the Grecian hinterlands, working to efface the bitter anti-Communism of civil-war days...
Duke Ellington was back in Manhattan last week, and jazz fans went to look him over at Café Society. The glad word from that echoing Greenwich Village cellar was: the Duke is riding high again. He displays a growing habit of holding earnest conversations with onlookers while playing the piano, and of even leaving the bandstand and meandering back just in time to give the final cutoff. But his band is practically reborn...
...outer that he is, he still has enough fundamental decency in him to be shocked by the human derelicts who do most of the work of the circus. Here is a collection of winos as far removed from John Steinbeck's amiable guzzlers as Skid Row is from café society, and much more believable. Sick, filthy and brutal, they see in the circus a last chance to earn the price of a bottle. White or black, they are driven by a tough core of boss men who see that the circus gets set up, that the animals...
...fingernails into a handsome French boy, but only deep enough for him to run to the nearest French girl to dress his wounds. In A Dream of Love, a big bosomy tourist named Florence and a seedy expatriate named Tony sidle up to each other in a Paris café. Says Tony: "You are just like the woman I've always dreamed of. If you had lived in Venice five centuries ago, your thighs would be immortal." After one night with Tony, Florence wonders if she is just plain immoral and takes the first boat...