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...sort of night that society columnists dream of. On the seafront terrace of a colonnaded mansion at Cap Ferrat, Mary Lasker widow of U.S. Advertising Tycoon Albert D. Lasker, was dining quietly with two good friends: Gérald van der Kemp, curator of the Versailles Palace, and Anna Rosenberg. President Truman's Assistant Defense Secretary. At nearby Eze-sur-Mer, U.S.-born Prince Youka Troubetzkoy and his beautiful princess. Sparkplug Heiress Marcia Stranahan, had left their sumptuous Villa Mayou to attend a formal dinner dance given by Boston Financier Serge Semenenko aboard Sir Bernard Docker's yacht...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: Le Beau Cat Man | 9/15/1961 | See Source »

...Moslems went into hiding. But one Moslem truck driver, accelerating to get away, knocked down and killed a European woman. The mob dragged the driver out of his cab, beat him senseless. A soldier killed him with a long burst from his submachine gun. On the city's seafront boulevard the mob halted traffic, permitted European cars to pass, then spotted a red-capped Moslem atop a beer truck. Dragging him down, they battered him to death with beer bottles, were about to loot the truck when they discovered that the driver was French. Apologizing, they reloaded some beer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ALGERIA: Dance of Death | 6/24/1957 | See Source »

...Vittorio Emanuele, having seen the excavation well started, returned to Naples. There the proverbially negligent inhabitants have recently completed a subway under the driving impetus of Fascismo. Moreover the boulevard along the seafront, long pot-holed and undulant, is now smooth. His Majesty looked upon these things and found them good. That night fireworks spurted up from a barge anchored in the bay, and Vesuvius made notable His Majesty's visit by an almost polite eruption. No lava spilled from the great cone, but jets of pinky-lighted steam spurted high, portentous rumblings were heard, and few rocks were belched...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Favorite Son | 5/30/1927 | See Source »

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