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...theaters. 50,000 caterwauling girls piled into the Nichigeki in seven days carrying box lunches of rice and seaweed. The Koma Theater drew bigger crowds with rockabilly than with the New York City Ballet. Four hours before the doors opened at the Kyoritsu teen-agers had formed in a queue three blocks long...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: JAPAN: Rittoru Dahring | 4/14/1958 | See Source »

Leaving the Castel Nuovo, the Christian Democrats passed by a long queue of Neapolitans lined up to receive the mayor's usual Christmas distribution of free spaghetti and canned tomatoes. As a political argument, it was hard to beat. Groaned a Christian Democratic politician: "It looks as if Lauro wants to move from misgoverning a city to misgoverning the nation...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ITALY: King of the South | 12/30/1957 | See Source »

Deprived of absolution-there was a queue at the box, and Verlaine had never had to wait for anything before-he decided to be redeemed by the love of a pure angel. For this he selected 16-year-old Mathilde Maute, prim and pretty authoress of a poem beginning, "How powerful is a woman's tear!" Verlaine so worshiped her that he stopped going to brothels, and when their marriage had to be postponed, suffered what he perplexedly called "a disappointment that one might almost describe as carnal...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Prince of Poets | 12/2/1957 | See Source »

...prices to come-and more inflation." This points a moral for organized labor, but will they stop grabbing for more? Hell no. Not until they have gone through the bottom of the grab bag. Then the only comfort they will have is a feeling of togetherness as they queue up in the soup lines. How long will organized labor pursue this madcap race that will end with the dollarless dollar...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Sep. 9, 1957 | 9/9/1957 | See Source »

Three Weeks of Penance. A typical French spa is Mont-Dore, in central France. There, every morning, patients with respiratory trouble bustle out of 275 summer villas and 80 hotels and pensions to queue up at the doors of the fountain pavilion. Each curist carries his own graduated glass, which attendants fill to the proper mark with tepid, slightly bubbly, radioactive water. After a gargle or a swig, the patient sits in a tub of water for 25 minutes while compressed air is forced up, gets a massage, wades into a thick fog of water particles, finally inhales some vapors...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Gurgle, Gargle, Guggle | 7/8/1957 | See Source »

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