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...city long ago assumed but never quite deserved-"Paris of the East." The Nippon bar, hangout of lonely, pleasure-bent males, and the Colorado, more elegant and respectable cabaret, keep open nightly until 5:30 a.m. On the less naughty side of Bucharest serious politicians relax at famed Café Capsa. The big, swanky outdoor terrace of the Cercul Militar (Army Club), facing the Calea Victoriei, is filled nightly with resplendently uniformed officers and smartly turned-out women. Caviar, juicy steaks, pastries oozing with whipped cream-all verboten in many a war-nervous area-can be ordered to the tune...
...France, carrying 1,777 passengers (400 more than her normal capacity), docked safe & sound after following a secret course with portholes blackened and blue bulbs burning dimly on deck. Her officers denied, her jittery passengers swore that they had spotted German U-boats. Café Socialite Grand Duchess Marie, delighted to be alive, took up a purse of $2,500 for the crew...
Never were three news items more heartily welcomed by the Italian people. In Rome's streets and cafés there were handshaking, backslapping, happy chortling until B. Mussolini's police impressed upon his people that such joy was unseemly in a nation which was supposed to be learning how to love war and think it beautiful (TIME...
...soft, spring evening, three years ago, Frigyes (Frederic) Karinthy, popular Hungarian poet, sat sipping tea in his favorite Budapest café. Suddenly he heard locomotives rumbling, reverberating, dying away. Startled, he raised his head. He knew there had been no trains on the streets of Budapest for 40 years. But he took no treatment for his head-splitting hallucinations until his eyesight grew dim, his legs shaky, his stomach rebellious...
Three hours after the operation began, when Dr. Olivecrona was delicately prying out the red tumor from the flaccid tissue of Karinthy's cerebellum, the poet lost consciousness. Three weeks later, after an uneventful convalescence, happy Poet Karinthy went back to his Budapest cafés, heard no more nonexistent locomotives. But two-and-a-half years after his ordeal he died of a heart attack...