Word: rabat
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...days ago my friend, the British Consul General in Rabat, and I went to Casablanca to meet some of our California friends, who were cruising on the Stella Polaris. We had made all sorts of arrangements for their brief stay in Morocco. On greeting Bernard Ford, one of the Pacific Coast's leading investment brokers, we asked him to choose between a flying trip to Marrakech or a motor excursion to Rabat. He answered: "Look here, before anything else let me go to a newsstand. I want to get the TIME copies I've missed since we left...
Because of a brain injury at birth, an eight-year-old boy had never been able to sit or stand. Three months ago he entered Dr. Herman Rabat's grey clapboard house in Washington-for treatments combining physical therapy with a drug called pro-stigmine. Last week the boy walked...
...Francophile Sultan, living in his green and white palace at Rabat in French Morocco, this state of affairs was as unpleasant as it was to the British and the French. Sidi Mohamed had his palace, his four wives, his growing brood of sons, his 100 concubines, his French chef, his crimson carriage, his salaaming subjects, who greet him with the cry "How great is the Sultan"-an exclamation, not a question. But he was not consoled...
...Prostigmine, a chemical long used against myasthenia gravis (a sometimes fatal fatigue& -weakness disease) and lately found useful for polio (TIME, Aug. 23, 1943), now turns out to help some cases of crippling arthritis, spastic paralysis, facial paralysis, paralytic stroke. After treatment with prostigmine, one paralytic, reported Dr. Herman Rabat of the U.S. Public Health Service, moved his right side for the first time in 17 years...
Just a list of the cities we have visited: Rabat, Casablanca, Marrakech, Oran, Meknes, Oudjda, Algiers, Fez. We have spent a night in a Sultan's palace at Fez, we have visited the headquarters of the Foreign Legion in Sidi-bel Abbes . . . we have seen the Casbah in Algiers. . . . Three gals, two others and myself, drove all across North Africa from Casablanca to Bizerte. From Bizerte we flew over to Sicily. Bizerte was an appalling sight. ... At night ... the moon shines down on empty shells of white buildings with black windows...