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Some of Africa's most ambitious heads of state turned up in Casablanca last week at the invitation of Morocco's King Mohammed V. Scarcely out of swaddling clothes themselves, they share a compelling tendency to run everyone else's show. Their present purpose: to tell the world that they know better than the U.N. how to straighten out riot-torn, chaotic Congo...
...Morocco, Guinea and others were criticizing Hammarskjold, and talked of taking their forces out of the U.N. command. Ghana wanted Africans to form an "African command" of their...
...some places the show is the clientele itself, three in particular: the Harwyn, the Stork and El Morocco. Like major-league ball clubs, they all have their stars. The Harwyn, especially nouveau riche, is a dissident Stork offshoot, having been started by former Stork employees, and treasures Frank Sinatra, who almost never slugs a photographer unless another one is there to snap the scene. (Eden Roc, in turn, is a Harwyn offshoot; New York nightclubs sometimes seem to multiply like amoebae.) The Stork itself is no longer particularly chic, and even the end of its feud with Walter Winchell...
...door and at the velvet rope, but it now occurs more notably inside. Where one is seated is all-important; Big-Namesville may be just a table away from Squaresburgh, but the distance in prestige cannot be measured. The far side of the dance floor at El Morocco might as well be on the far side of the Urals. Restaurants, of course, are similarly ordered; according to bright, ubiquitous Leonard Lyons, best of the New York chroniclers, the rear room upstairs at the 21 Club is "absolute Siberia," while the best table at El Morocco is just inside the door...
...these social distinctions and celebrity gradations are the patient work of headwaiters, who eat $5 bills while riding home on the subway. Right behind them are the club owners themselves, notably John Perona of El Morocco, a proud, tough member of the 8,000,000, whose daytime chalk-stripe suits shine like awnings in the sun, and the Stork's Sherman Billingsley, who, like any nightclub snob, is forever practicing the difficult feat of looking down while looking...