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Shakespeare might have made it up-but only after a short course in modern publicity methods. Wealthy Manhattan Attorney Walter R. Herrick didn't want his 20-year-old daughter Eileen to marry a dark-haired cafe socialite named George Lowther III. Romeo Lowther, a Yale man, would not be stopped. He hired a lawyer, made Parent Herrick produce his sheltered daughter in court, announced that they would elope if he had to get a fire department tower truck backed up against the Herrick apartment, finally collaborated with the tabloid Daily News to spirit Eileen off and marry...
Only three days earlier Peron's wheelhorse, Senator Diego Luis Molinari, had told fellow nationalists in a Buenos Aires cafe: "We have won, sovereignty is saved" (i.e., the treaty was out). Now he rose in the Senate to ready the majority decision on Chapultepec: "When we are asked if we want this to be a free and independent nation, we cry full of the holy spirit of justice, unanimously and spontaneously yes, for the independence of the Argentine nations." The nationalist gallery clapped thunderously...
...Ticket were embarrassingly overzealous. Sheriff Mansfield's deputies felt compelled to bundle one young watcher off to jail. When a Negro farmer turned up to vote in Precinct 11, an annoyed deputy shot him in the back. At the cramped polling place in the rear of the Dixie Cafe, khaki-shirted veterans could not seem to crowd their way up to the ballot...
Near Collins, Miss. Buddy Wolfe, a Negro, dropped in to a highway cafe for a cup of coffee. Deputy Sheriff John Lewis dropped in at the same time, opened the ice box and demanded to be sold four pounds of lard. Lewis thought he overheard someone in the cafe make a critical remark. In the scuffle that followed Buddy Wolfe, father of ten, went down under a blackjack, was shot thrice. Last week Lewis was also free under $2,000 bond. The charge: murder...
...Lutin Qui Bouffe (The Greedy Imp) on St. Gregoire Street, where a baby porker ran around nuzzling the legs of diners, and apple pie arrived flaming in rum at the tables. They gobbled up the bread sticks, vin ordinaire (and extraordinaire) and hors d'oeuvres at the Cafe Martin, Chez Ernest and Chez Stien...