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Predictably, all Gaul is divided on what tack to take with tourists. Small boutiques and big department stores such as Paris' Au Printemps are saying "no sale" to those who want on-the-spot discounts. On the other hand, Liz on the Rue de Rivoli, which counts on Americans for 90% of its business, will go on as before-though the firm is now providing airport-bound customers with buses staffed by hostesses who help with the confusion at customs. And at Dior last week, Director Jean-Marc Depoix comfortingly reassured his jet-set clientele that Dior...
Understandably irritated by a policy which freezes wages but not prices, French workers have launched an ominous series of strikes, in one of which some of the Finance Minister's own employees marched down the rue de Rivoli chanting "Hang Ramadier." Inexorably, the day is approaching when, if they want to keep their patient healthy and happy, Drs. Mollet and Ramadier will have to do more than ease his distress with a phony thermometer...
September Affair enters the hollowed Radio City Music Hall today, with Joan Fontaine, Joseph Cotton, and Jessica Tandy. The Second Woman brings Robert Young and Betsy Drake to the Rivoli screen today. The Little Carnegie, next door to the big one on West 57th, presents The Dancing Years with the gaiety of old Vienna and a ballet corps which reportedly does justice to the music...
...afternoon last week, although it was a weekday, Paris looked like Kansas on Sunday. Some 75% of the city's shops and cafes were closed-the junk dealer at the Bastille, the exclusive hosier in the Rue de Rivoli, the cheap stationer in the Faubourg St. Antoine, the swank Champs Elysées barber. It was not a strike; it was a protest. Many of the indignant proprietors had gone to a mass meeting of the classes moyennes, the middle classes, at the vast and dingy Vélodrome d'Hiver. The protest was not local; throughout...
...Restoration bosom, and a startling scene in which Miss Fontaine, alone in a dress-parade nightgown, frisks and flops about on her marshmallowy bed like a titillated tarpon. But to judge by the gasps, oofs, titters and low moans of the audience which stuffed Manhattan's Rivoli Theater on the opening day, the picture may well hurdle a lukewarm press to become the woman's wow of the year...