Word: proprietor
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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About two dozen people strolled past a quartet of toothless old men outside Cothern's General Store in Riddleton to meet Gore inside the combination grocery store-post office-lending library. Bill Cothern, 30, the store's proprietor, protested the inflation. "How is the common man going to make it?" he asked. "The prices of stuff on my shelves is climbing. It's just disgusting. How much longer can we stand this?" Gore responded by asking how many in his small audience favored wage-and-price controls. All but two raised their hands...
...lake to the French opera house was the fanciest shopping street in Indochina. Today the stores are eerily quiet. Little except 60? busts of Ho are available at the Fine Arts Emporium. An elegant photography studio hints at Hanoi's genteel past, but the only examples of the proprietor's craft are dusty portraits of Ho, Che Guevara and Jane Fonda. Inside the massive central department store, no amount of artful deployment of bicycle parts and condensed milk can hide the fact that little is being produced for public consumption. While officials claim that more than...
...Shack's proprietor is hefty, fortyish Dana Montana, who at 23 lost her job as a Playboy Bunny because she was considered too old and haggard. For ten years Montana ran the Shack as a desultory go-go spot for males. Then in 1976 she decided to try exotic male dancers, insisting on a "classy, sophisticated, macho" program that would appeal strongly to women but would discourage gay customers. She has succeeded: the current stage show appears to strike the right sensual chords for women of all ages but attracts few male patrons. The revue also hits the right...
Mirian Donovan, the proprietor of the Thomas More bookstore, said last week the University offered to relocate her business in 122 Mt. Auburn. "They said, though, that it might be torn down soon," Donovan said
Restaurants and shops seemed unusually empty and unusually loud. We were the only customers in Hong Wah, a seven-table restaurant on Mott Street, Chinatown's main thoroughfare. Outside there were more policemen than civilians; inside, the proprietor, waiters and friends were talking excitedly, presumably about events in the streets, though when questioned our waiter seemed non-committal as to what might occur that afternoon...