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...Habana Libre looks like any other hotel. Its architecture is an unimaginative rectangular slab; the decor of its lobby is unmistakably the pesudo-modernism of the mid-fifties. Some things will probably never change, like the daiquiris, so cold they make your head ache if you sip them too fast...
...that obscured his forehead, is now somewhat better tamed and brushed to the side. He goes to the theater in London occasionally, but has never been seen at a nightclub and, aside from sneaking a cherry brandy as a schoolboy, is known to drink nothing stiffer than an occasional sip of champagne. He does not smoke. He is good at gentlemen's sports-polo, shooting, sailing-but does not have any interest in such traditional British team sports as rugby and cricket...
Earlier this week, the Mayor of Cambridge took a sip of his chocolate frappe, leaned forward in his chair and defined the enemy: "It's not the hippie, it's the hip-bo." The Mayor leaned back. The word is of his own devising, and he is proud of it. "Hip-bo comes from three things. First, hobo. Second, the combination of hippie and bum. Third, from Life Buoy soap. Remember that commercial with the foghorn blowing B-O, B-O?" To Hayes hip-bo's are the ragged tail-enders of the hippie movement, the floaters without money. "There...
There are limits. Last Sunday morning the Mayor appeared on television to gloat over what hippies are calling "the Great Bust." A few hours later, unperturbed hippies were smoking grass on the Cambridge Common. "Smoking marijuana?" challenged the Mayor last week, taking a quick sip from his frappe. "Have you got proof? Our men say it was mostly tea leaves." Anyway, he added, "A raid there would have been a bust"--he means a failure--"because the hip-bo's left when they saw the police around. The hip-bo's are the ones we're after...
...came clear down the pike with no trouble a'tall," observed a beaming Suffolk County file clerk who was standing by the upholstered bar at Louise Day Hicks headquarters. After another sip of his Budweiser, he slipped into a confidential tone: "And she'll be elected. You know it's not so much she's anti-Negro as it is she's for the white people." With a sly wink he added, "and why not? There was no civil rights when our people were coming...