Word: es
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Spring was as lovely as ever in Paris. Pale candle flames blossomed on the chestnut trees in the Champs Elysées, and the terrace cafés spread their chairs and tables out across the sidewalks again. Lovers exchanged lilies of the valley, and concierges, in good humor after the winter hibernation, restored their bird cages to outside window ledges. But beneath the soft blue sky, Paris was in torment; the war in Algeria was now like the Indo-China war at its worst. But unlike Indo-China in the days of Dienbienphu, no end, whether in defeat...
...Baghdad, while thousands of Iraqis gathered to cheer both their King and his astute, farsighted minister, 68-year-old Nuri es-Said,Feisal snipped the royal gold scissors and opened to regular traffic two $4,500,000 bridges across the Tigris. In another quarter of the capital the King dedicated a 1,250-unit housing project which boasts schools, a mosque and "gossip squares," where Iraqis may indulge their favorite national pastime. The housing program's long-range goal: 400,000 dwellings-new roofs for one-third of Iraq's population...
...surest sign of a real political crisis in France, now as in the 1930s or the days of the 1871 Commune, is the emergence of the mobs. Into the Champs Elysées they came one afternoon last week, 5,000 youths, war veterans and rightist sympathizers. After a small group had placed a wreath on the grave of the Unknown Soldier under the Arc de Triomphe, they crowded toward the office of the weekly L'Express, which has been attacking French army excesses in Algeria (TIME, April 1). Some shouted, "Mendès to the gallows"; others cried...
...pennies in the streets, at pimply kids clumping over cobbled streets, gossip-mongering concierges, young lovers in the Bois de Boulogne, and stunning panoramas of the city bathed in soft blue light. Men goggled in admiration at the stylish hustle on the sidewalks of the Champs-Elysées and inside the salon ol Designer Jean Desses, as the camera ogled with them some magnificent forms and fashions...
...ready-made and the copyist, private luxuries are now public domain. Because of the curious liaison Dior has wrought between the shrewd operators of Seventh Avenue and the damask-hung salons off the Champs Elyseées, U.S. women may deplore or applaud the plump little man from Normandy, but they cannot ignore him. The woman has not yet been born who, shopping for a new dress, asks for "something just like what I have on"-and men would not like it if she did. Few women have the social assurance to trust their own taste completely. Dior...