Word: cafe
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...unpainted, poster-plastered little hut of a cafe outside the Gregg County seat of Longview in East Texas, a handful of teen-age Negroes drank soda pop, danced to the music of a beat-up jukebox, chattered happily just because it was Saturday night. Suddenly the cheerful inside noises were smeared by the snarl of a car outside, a sputtering of shots ("like a string of firecrackers," said one witness) and a scream...
...later in his signed confession: "I held the steering wheel with my left hand and laid the gun (a Mossberg .22 automatic rifle] across the left door. I was going about 85 miles per hour at the time and I fired nine shots into the cafe." One of the slugs entered the head of a 16-year-old Negro, John Earl Reese, who died the next morning. Two others struck and wounded a pair of Negro girls, 13 and 15. That was 18 months...
...fool with while you inhale the atmosphere of delicious imported wickedness. In an atmosphere of such exuberant freedom the most prosaic Radcliffe student can entertain titillating existentialist opinions, even though the only feeling of anxiety she may ever have is to wonder if she can pay for all the cafe au lait she has drunk, and her only feeling of dread, that provoked by the approaches of the young man sitting across from her. The Harvard community now supports two of these reasonable facsimilies. Like (and, of course, pointedly unlike) the corner soda fountain, the coffee houses, with their exotically...
...alien air to one's whole appearance. What is so foolish is that they are worn indoors; and while most may think the wearer suffers from dilation of the pupils, he himself has transformed his table in the Waldorf to a little wrought iron one in some sidewalk cafe, where he sits reading a foreign language newspaper. Dark glasses are a little farther than most care to go, though...
...Rick's Cafe Americain, whose proprietor wears a white dinner jacket, speaks with a faint lisp, and drinks a great deal when unhappy, sports an odd assortment of minor characters; they are bit parts, from which the actors have squeezed everything. Fat Sidney Greenstreet, with fez, is Farrari, the jovial "leader of all illegal activities in Casablanca." Peter Lorre is a funny, intense worm who sells blackmarket visas to refugees stranded in the unoccupied French city; the producers could afford to lead him off screaming after fifteen minutes: but in that time he created a lasting figure...