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Smuggled Pinballs. It began last year when a small-time Parisian hoodlum named Pierre Larcher, 38, got in trouble. Stocky, heavy-featured Pierre, known to the police derisively as "Pretty Boy," specialized in stealing cars and smuggling pinball machines into France. On the run and out of money, Pierre hid out in an abandoned farmhouse near tiny Grisy-lesPlâtres, 30 miles from Paris. There he read the French translation of an obscure 1953 novel about kidnapers, by Lionel White, called The Snatchers. Hurrying back to Paris, Pierre sought out his friend, Ray mond Rolland, 24. Tossing the book...
Soon he was writing reviews for the Paris monthly, Cahiers du Cinéma, the Parisian equivalent of Schwab's Drugstore in Hollywood, a place where young hopefuls loiter. In the late '50s, every young French director who had directed nothing wrote for Cahiers. One by one, they emerged - Claude Chabrol with The Cousins, François Truffaut with The 400 Blows. Only Jean-Luc Godard seemed to stay behind, and one day he disappeared with the Cahiers' petty cash. Chabrol and Truffaut wondered if Godard was trying to finance a film. They came...
Riot Connoisseur. De Gaulle has managed to reduce the potency of French extremists. Even as the two men conferred, a few hundred demonstrators, led by Jacques Soustelle, marched down the Champs Elysees crying "Algerie Française!" and "Bourguiba assassin!" Most Parisians watched with indifference and went their way. One cafe waiter, a veteran connoisseur of Parisian riots, said contemptuously, "This is the merest caricature of a demonstration...
Sullen Lout. Gouffé, a well-to-do Parisian of respectable habits, vanishes and his brother-in-law Jacquemar appeals for help to Goron, the potbellied, hamster-cheeked chief of police. In some hundred pages of hard work and intuitive skill, Goron pieces together the scanty clues, finds Gouffe's body and arrests his undoubted murderers-a sullen lout named Eyraudt, who had fled to, of all places, Chicopee, Mass., and a young prostitute named Gabrielle Bompard, who makes even the smoldering Justine of Durrell's Alexandria Quartet appear fairly innocuous by comparison...
...Already Parisian shoe stores are selling copies of Vivier's square-toed look for as little as $6 a pair. In the U.S., shoemen anticipate that the chisel-toed look will take longer to catch on. But by fall, fashion setters bet that the feet of U.S. women will show that they too have gone square...