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Escape Hatch. In Portland, Ore., chased by police as he wove down the sidewalk on his motorcycle, James V. Garvey tried to get away by veering into a bar, was caught when the handle bars proved too narrow for the saloon door...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, Sep. 6, 1954 | 9/6/1954 | See Source »

...branch of U.S. writing is tracing-paper realism. Like sidewalk portrait artists, its practitioners offer a quick, literal sketch drawn from life, but only superficially true to it. Two samples...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Tracing-Paper Realism | 9/6/1954 | See Source »

Only a well-worn Briticism was adequate to describe this summer's weather in Britain and a good part of Western Europe: it was "absolutely filthy." Continuous rains drenched the country lanes of England and the sidewalk cafes of Paris. In mid-August, temperatures dropped to a chill 57° on the English Channel coast and hovered near freezing on the French side. London last week had its coldest August day since 1871; Wordsworth's famed Lake Country had its 32nd consecutive day of rain. Frigid Frenchmen threw up their hands in disgust and dismissed the whole season...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: TRAVEL: The Decayed Summer | 8/30/1954 | See Source »

Going Underground. Perhaps the dreariest city in Europe was Paris, principal shrine of all tourism, where sidewalk cafes stood empty most of the time and even the six remaining fiacre drivers looked in vain for customers. "I have had only two customers in a week," reported one. But even relatively abandoned Paris could point to a record number of arrivals as the more purposeful tourists, most of whom had booked their trips in advance without benefit of weather prophecy, poured in to see the sights they counted as "musts...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: TRAVEL: The Decayed Summer | 8/30/1954 | See Source »

...sunny afternoon half of white-collar Rome strolls down the Via Veneto to see the movie stars at play. There they sit at the dime-size sidewalk tables at Doney's and Rosati's and the Strega, or slouch along the bar at the Excelsior Hotel. There, like swarms of gnats, come the hundreds of little middlemen, promoters, rumor touts and inside-kiters who do the dizzy business of making Italian movies. And in the oleander evenings, while the Roman sky turns blue and gold, the "wasps" (motor scooters) snarl through the Via Veneto, and oldtimers sip their...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Hollywood on the Tiber | 8/16/1954 | See Source »

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