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Sitting around in Tommy's, Cafe Algiers and the Pewter Pot soon began to depress Beth and she started to join extra-curricular activities. All of them. She pretended she was only looking for friends, not a lover and sometimes she meant it. But beneath her resolve to be self-directed and independent she always had an eye peeled for an eligible male. As she confided in a friend, "I'm not exactly looking for one but if a nice one jumped in my lap I wouldn't exactly push...
...seventh floor of Holyoke Center? I thought not!! Y'see, that's where they keep the damn computer that watches us--Blip! Blip! Blip! It sees us when we're sleeping! It knows when we're awake! I can't take this anymore! I'll never go into the Cafe Pamplona again! Rub them off!!! Rub them off before it's too late! Did anybody ever deny you access to a dining hall, a library, a reserve book, or a Yo-Yo Ma recital because you didn't have a magnetic strip on the back of your Bursars card...
Paco didn't always wear an ascot and carry a briefcase of smoke thin cigarettes while huddles under the low ceiling at the Cafe Pamplona. Three years ago when Paco first blew into Cambridge from Southern California with its blistering fields and union speeches, he was all set to bring the workers' revolt to the Yard. Then he met his roommates--an obnoxious Jewish debater from the area who didn't know a thing about Cesar Chavez but knew Ralph Nader was gong to make Aermica safe for democracy, and a completely apolitical Indian chemistry major from Pennsylvania who liked...
...Newbury Street you can buy a $500 gown or a $3 fee shirt; you can eat in a sidewalk cafe or the elegant Ritz Carlton, and as for galleries, their fare is as varied as that of the stores and restaurants...
...order to firm up Boston's sagging tax base. Bluntly, then, the new Quincy Market is a suburban entrepreneur's answer to the Haymarket that serves the working-class Italian community of the neighboring North End. At Quincy Market, the perfume of flowers, the bursting ripeness of abundance, and cafe-riche cuisine wafts in the air as bankers converse over lunch and the "beautiful people" stock their wicker baskets. The remainder of the clientele are tourists from the suburbs making a journey into the city to sample the fruits of the "market." At the same time that it hastens...