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This discourse took place in "Le Pot," a little cafeé down by the canals in Brussels. Stroking his handlebar mustache, the bartender explained how the King became bitter. "There Leopold was-a young, handsome, dashing fellow anxious to make a splash in the world the way the Prince of Wales was doing over in England. What happened? His father was Albert, le roi chevalier, and his popularity put the boy completely in the shade. Then Leopold got married, and his bride turned out to be Astrid, one of the prettiest princesses you ever saw. She used to wheel...
Right Role. In the genteel bedlam of Manhattan's Cafe Society (six nights a week, after the curtain rings down on South Pacific), she was making her own solo hit. Slick-haired, flat-faced Juanita just hauled off from the microphone, braced her 61 inches and 165 pounds, and let the customers have it in a full, strong voice that ranged easily from deep purple to high yellow. She moaned Am I Blue and her own Lament over Love, and usually she gave them Bali Ha'i and Happy Talk, her South Pacific hits. Offstage, she had nothing...
...good money" she makes every week at Cafe Society, plus her pay from the play, will go a long way toward meeting both ends-even if it isn't exactly easy money. Says Juanita of nightclub work: "The first week was awful, but I just realized that a drunk is a drunk wherever he is, and I didn't care if they stood on my eyelashes...
...Paris he set up housekeeping with a pretty Russian blonde named Angelina Beloff, learned Russian and talked Marxism with Angelina's expatriate friends. He also enlisted in the cafe cohorts of Pablo Picasso, who was by then knee-deep in cubism. "I have never believed in God," says Rivera today, "but I believe in Picasso." Cubism, he maintains, "was the most important development in art since the Renaissance." He points out that cubist principles of composition underlie his most realistic murals...
...called "Jews & Arabs." Watching them was an elderly Bulgarian Jew who was selling small balloons from a folding table. Fifty yards away was the two-story stone building where, in old days, Arab fellahin used to sit gossiping over Turkish coffee. Part of one wall of the Arab cafe lay in rubble. The cafe had been hit by an Israeli shell. On the undamaged section of the building was a bright new sign in Hebrew: "Akir Office-General Federation of Jewish Labor...