Word: mistresses
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Algeria, none has given the French more trouble than handsome Yacef Saadi, the 29-year-old ex-baker who for nearly two years hcs been chief of the FLN (Algerian National Liberation Front) in the city of Algiers. Within the labyrinthine depths of Algiers' Casbah, Yacef and his mistress, an Algerian law student named Zohra Drif, were uncrowned monarchs. Under the very nose of French police and paratroopers, Yacef collected "taxes," dispensed his own justice, and organized the bloody bombing attacks of cafés and streets that have kept Algiers' French edgy for months. Often spotted...
...last peseta for train fare, arrived at Paris' Gare d'Austerlitz knowing one word in French: "Montmartre." Once there, Manolo rapidly established himself with his peasant shrewdness and high-spirited escapades as the Sancho Panza of Montmartre, and was soon fending for himself. Reports Picasso's mistress of that day, Fernande Olivier: "Happily, he fell in love with the daughter of a dairyman who hired him each day to sculpture animals and flowers in mounds of butter...
...Certain Women, Caldwell says he is "no authority" on his chosen subject, is willing to sum up his views on women with a well-known epigram that he attributes to his grandfather: "The happy man is the one who has three women in his life-his mother, wife and mistress...
...safety, the siege went on. The rebels dropped six more bombs, killed two French soldiers, wounded three others. At last Ramel, already wounded, made a dash for the street and was shot dead. Then with a homemade bomb Mourad blew up himself, Ramel's 20-year-old mistress and most of the house...
...lived to see a statue of himself erected in Central Park. But the "failure" of his painting hopes never ceased to rankle. "Alas," the artist-inventor wrote to his friend Cooper, "the very name of pictures produces a sadness of heart I cannot describe. Painting has been a smiling mistress to many, but she has been a cruel jilt to me. I did not abandon her; she abandoned me. I have no wish to be remembered as a painter, for I never was a painter; my idea of that profession was perhaps too exalted; I may say, is too exalted...