Word: cigar
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Bakelite became so visible in so many places that the company advertised it as "the material of a thousand uses." It became the stuff of everything from cigar holders and rosary beads to radio housings, distributor caps and telephone casings. A 1924 TIME cover story on Baekeland reported that those familiar with Bakelite's potential "claim that in a few years it will be embodied in every mechanical facility of modern civilization...
Nightlife: Montreal nightlife starts late and ends early. Cigar bars, pool rooms and landmarks like the Foufounes Electriques, line St. Denis, St. Lawrence and Ste. Catherine East. For a relaxed evening out, join the smart crowd at Le Quartier Latin on Ontario in the French student area. Red, plush and pleasant, it often hosts live funk. A bubbly, self-consciously hip crowd occupies Jello Bar on Ontario (they like martinis). It features live jazz and Monday night swing dancing. Booty-shaking? Unity on Ste. Catherine East in the Gay Village and Sona, the after-hours club on Bleury, are where...
Surviving with less resilience is Harry Sahelian, 73, of the Buccaneer pipe and tobacco shop. Harry was determined to sell every last cigar before closing the door for the last time and going home to his wife. He used to live in Philadelphia, where you shopped on the street and knew all the merchants by name. A better time...
There is no longer the flurry of cotillion invitations and the constant sight of young men bedecked in top hats and tails strolling to their apartments on the Gold Coast to smoke a cigar under the light of a glowing chandelier. Nor the spectacle of languishing youths, waited on hand and foot by a faithful valet. However, the legacy of the Coast has not disappeared. Present-day inequity takes a subtler form...
...never lost his taste for the Olympian, however, or for conferring its aura on lesser mortals. One such was Madame Ines Moitessier, the wife of a rich cigar importer, whom he painted not once but twice, in the prime of her beauty. Ingres, though a happily married man, was considerably smitten by her, and rhapsodized about her "terrible and beautiful head...those beautiful eyes, that divine face...