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...rumbled Professor Otto Graf, is three times as high among heavy drinkers as it is among abstainers. But it was the French Half-Wrets who proved to be the experts on alcoholism. "Instead of returning to his squalid home," said Professor Charles Foulen, "the French worker lingers in the cafe in an atmosphere of artificial joy o . ." A colleague traced some of the consequences...
...Anti-Alcoholism Superhuman? "A sinister plot engineered by the wine industry," frothed Briton Wilfred Winterton. Over fruit juice at a nearby cafe the Drys held a council of war, resolved to censure Borotra's scandalous remarks. But the Half-Wets fought back. "They want to prevent us from drinking, smoking, even making love," snorted Andre Mignot, secretary-general of France's National Defense Committee Against Alcoholism. "We're French. You can't be an abstainer in France unless you're a hero or a saint...
Last week some 60 Ximenes fans, ranging in age from 20 to 70, in profession from clergyman to bank clerk, gathered in London's gaudy Cafe Royal to pay tribute to Britain's arch-puzzler, celebrate the appearance of his 200th puzzle. Sporting a badge marked "Mr. X" and beaming at his admirers from behind his rimless spectacles, Ximenes took the opportunity to ask their forgiveness for No. 26 Down in a recent puzzle, which a lot of "solvers" had found too tough.††† He was forgiven. Said one speaker: "We salute you not only...
...think it's time someone arises to defend young Jelke and all the other cafe-society playboys and playgirls . . . After all, just who are they harming but themselves? The men have the money . . . the girls can always use the money . . . Both parties are satisfied and one of them profits monetarily by the transaction. So what's wrong with that? These affairs certainly meet the test of sound economic activity in this cold, commercial world, so why all the furor...
Every Wednesday night, a chubby French biologist named Jean Rostand* sips a glass of cognac in a railroad cafe at Ville-d'Avray and plunges bravely but vainly into a village chess tournament. The rest of his week is spent in lonelier fun: a lifelong love affair with a house full of frogs and toads...