Word: rivieras
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Peeking over the wall of a villa near Cannes, the curious saw a squat, slow-footed man trying to absorb the Riviera sunshine through a heavy, fur-collared coat and baggy cap. The man, who proclaimed himself an architect from Paris, wallowed in luxury amidst the pines. He had five cars and a swimming pool at his disposal, was guarded night & day by a patrol of gun-toting guards and police dogs. The architect: Maurice Thorez, ailing boss of France's Communist Party...
...evening while out with Alfred Nobel, the dynamite manufacturer, and his American mistress. After blithely spending her dowry of 300,000 francs (then $60,000) on a trousseau, Misia settled in Paris, and while Thadee concerned himself with business, she diverted herself by building homes on the Riviera, helping imprisoned anarchists and bewitching the first of a long succession of assorted geniuses...
Bland, boyish and 42, Bacon lives in London, vacations in Riviera gambling halls. Among his pet subjects in the past were visceral creatures squatting on table tops, elephants in the veldt, misty male nudes and bloody-fanged dogs, all glazed with horror. Critical reaction to Bacon's art has been a rather alarmed "Splendid!" Wrote London Critic Eric Newton: "Mr. Bacon contrives to be both unforgettable and repellent . . . [This] requires genius -an unhappy, desperate kind of genius...
Tanned and smiling but still somewhat frail looking, Anthony Eden reported back for work at Whitehall last week after six months' absence (for an operation in Boston, a recuperation cruise on the Mediterranean). Landing in London just an hour after Sir Winston Churchill returned from his own Riviera vacation, Eden arrived amid rumors that he would not return to the Foreign Office, was about to be kicked upstairs as Deputy Prime Minister to Churchill...
...room was a four-layer cake (the bottom two layers were wood). Freeman announced that "to keep things simple and avoid any resemblance to her last marriage-on the Riviera," no champagne would be served. But one indignant reporter pointed out that "we weren't on the Riviera," so Freeman agreeably changed the pitch. "You want champagne," said he. "O.K., champagne." During a fast and heady wedding luncheon, reporters toasted Rita and Dick. Then the happy but weary couple made for Rita's apartment on the hotel grounds, followed by an entourage of newsmen and hotel employees...