Word: proprietresses
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...French although when high school language clubs visit, the members usually point. Less proud five years olds use the international nose pressed against counter technique. Student patronage fluctuates with exams, football games, and holidays while house-wives place orders all year. Some connaisseurs request dishes that send the proprietress scurrying for advice to Monsieur Marty who usually replies, "Oui, c'est possible...
...warmed up, they promised, the campaign would be a real race. Last week in Louisville, Judge Bert Combs, the machine's candidate, opened his headquarters and began to chase Chandler around the state. In Bloomfield he strolled into Virgin's Restaurant and was greeted by the proprietress. "Well," she said, "is this our next governor?" "Well," twanged Combs, "I'm running, anyhow. I don't agree that I'm not as good a campaigner as Chandler. I'm just not a noisy campaigner...
Inside, a portrait of the blond, blue-eyed proprietress smiles down from above the hearth at the waiters rushing between nine tables and an array of smorgasbord in the middle of the room. When the aroma and the candlelight have created the proper mood, grab a plate and sample the display of food. "Take all you can eat, but eat all you take," is the menu's advice. Ignore...
Along with its taming of an oaf, Bus Stop chronicles the far more offhand and slightly more underhand amour of the proprietress and the bus driver (Elaine Stritch and Patrick McVey), records the spoutings, slitherings and slumbers of a drunken professor (Anthony Ross). There is also the wide-eyed high-school girl who finds the professor wonderful, there is an unrambunctious cowboy with a guitar, and there is a local sheriff who perhaps stands for law and order in the world as well as on Main Street. In a beautifully paced and harmonized production, every part is well played...
...clothes on her back, and went to live at Banyulssur-Mer near her friend, the sculptor, Aristide Maillol. The only instrument in her pension was a battered old upright piano. Late one night, when everyone else was in bed, she sat down and played until morning. When the proprietress came down, Landowska inquired whether her playing had disturbed her. "But no," she replied. "I do not sleep well since the war, but your banging put me to sleep...