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...convenient location, rather than for its social pretensions. There are eight squash courts, a small gymnasium, banquet facilities, meeting rooms, a library, a restaurant, several rooms for overnight accommodations, as well as Harvard Hall and the Grill Room, two large rooms filled with comfortable leather chairs where one can sip cocktails at any hour or just take a snooze in the wood-paneled serenity...
...service is Chinese-immaculate and cheap (a shut well ironed for about 50). The hotel has also recognized the F.F.'s paramount problem: What to do after 9 p.m.? Its cavernous eighth floor has been designated Cafe-Bar. Therein until midnight the visitor can eat watermelon or sherbet, sip his choice of poison, from tepid beer to fu-te-ka (vodka), and yak until yawn. Sorry, no floor show, dancing or Hangchow-panky, though such dubious distractions are doubtless only a few short years away...
...glasses that will briefly contain mao-tai, a colorless 160-proof liquor that could power China's first moon shot, and a red, rice-based wine that tastes like a blend of Campari and cough syrup. The beer, bitter and warm, is served immediately and may be immediately sipped. The mao-tai and the wine, however, are reserved for toasts, which soon ensue, copiously, capaciously and loquaciously. Most are raised - and why not? - to Friendship Between Our Peoples. One of the first words the F.F. learns is kan-pei! Bottoms up! (literally, dry glass). Several hosts between toasts indicate...
...theory of the psychology of comedy that would have the comic think everything funny. For myself, I will laugh at almost any incongruity. When I go to The Comic Strip, a club in New York featuring unknown comedians, I giggle at each hopeless tyro while my companions self-consciously sip their beers and check their watches. Thus I have found this theory quite encouraging, and even fancied myself something of a comic...
...such gatherings coalesced into a dull roar, and the megaton stereo boomed out a never-ending series of syncopated disco thuds. Occasionally someone would chase a friend through the crowd threatening affectionately to straighten her (his?) toga or die trying, but onlookers just smiled timidly and continued to sip their punch...