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...more than 200,000 hot dogs (at 20? each) on a weekend. Summer or winter, Nathan's never closes. Its customers have braved blizzards just to reach a Nathan's hot dog: it is a regular last stop for many early-morning survivors of Manhattan's cafe society. In all, Nathan's Famous sells more than 8,000,000 hot dogs a year. This week, with business running 10% above last year, it let bids for construction of a new $350,000 wing that will almost double its counter space...
When A. & P. Heir Huntington Hartford offered to build an $862,500 Parisian-style sidewalk cafe and pavilion in Manhattan's Central Park as a gift to the city, he might just as well have proposed a boiler factory for all the protesting cries it aroused. Moaning about this "unwarranted invasion," a curious assortment of allies, ranging from Funnyman Henry Morgan ("Anybody who chops down one tree ought to be executed") to the Fifth Avenue Association and Tiffany & Co., which brought a still pending court suit, apparently on the theory that soda sipping is bad for the diamond business...
Born to poor Irish immigrants at a Mormon wagon stop in Nebraska, Allie Sullivan was a pert 17, working as a waitress, when tall, red-mustached Virgil Earp shambled into a Council Bluffs cafe for grub one day in 1864. "Virge was the only man I ever loved or got married to," recalls Allie. "For any woman one good man's plenty and one poor one's too many...
...Brutalities." Two days later the court reconvened to hear the case of doe-eyed Djamila Boupacha, 22, a non-Communist government typist accused of placing a bomb (which did not go off) in an Algiers cafe last September. Djamila herself has filed countercharges that police and paratroopers tortured her. "I was taken to Hussein Dey," she charged. "This was, I was told, for the 'second degree' treatment. I soon learned what it meant: electricity torture. Since the electrodes placed on my nipples would not hold, one of the torturers stuck them on with Scotch tape...
...tiny desks, surrounded by trestle tables loaded with duplicating machine, proofs and pamphlets, each African concentrates on his job regardless of the surrounding conversation, loud argument and clatter of machines. When the rooms overflow, the conversations move outside to the cellar steps or across the road to a cheap cafe. At headquarters one morning last week were representatives from the Southern Rhodesian Congress Committee Abroad, the Revolutionary Front for National Independence of Portuguese Colonies, the Tanganyika Students Association, the National Association of Socialist Students' Organizations and South Africa's African National Congress...