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Lions may be a vanishing species in some African countries, but just 30 miles west of Paris Viscount Paul de La Panouse finds himself beset by too many of the beasts. La Panouse, 27, whose family coat of arms portrays-naturally-a lion, founded a wild-game park three years ago. On the spacious grounds around his family's Renaissance Château de Thoiry, he started out with a score of lions. Obviously French food and the sweeping savannas of the Ile-de-France region agreed with the animals. They proliferated so rapidly that the desperate viscount...
...city. At 10 a.m. when I arrived at the dilapidated Tourist Office, I found the door open but no one inside. I was tired and sat down to read a book I had with me. About half an hour later, a man in a coat and tie arrived smiled at me politely and said hello. I responded likewise and asked if he had a map of the city. He responded, "No speak English, sorry." I repeated the question in French, which he understood. He seemed surprised at my question and answered, in French, that I could find such things...
Quite noticeable was Mrs. A. G., the former countess of Malfi, who was sensationally decked out in a long refugee coat by Mendes, tabbed and belted in webbing. It matched her bermudas matched to the cozy-collared, double-breasted battle jacket. On the lower level she was footed in Emm??? newly-designed shoes, like laced-up tennis sandals on thick crepe soles, in prairie green banded with jonquil yellow. She oohed and aahed the most when Canonero was brought out from his stall and admitted to being wild about all things Latin...
First they entered the Freshman Union without a coat and tie. Then they let women into the Harvard Band. And now, Harvard iconoclasts have gone one step farther; the Straus Cup, symbolic of intramural supremacy, has become their latest victim...
...most resonant cheer went up for a little old lady in a print dress and a cloth coat, who wrinkled her nose and shot her right fist aloft as she walked through the gate. The crowd mobbed her when she announced in a syrupy Southern drawl that her name was Nannie Leah Washburn, and that she had traveled all the way from Atlanta to lie down in front of cars in a traffic circle. "I was born a rebel and I'll always be a rebel," she croaked, and the crowd cheered with gusto. When she told them...