Word: soho
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Died. Edward Greeno, 65, Scotland Yard's chief detective superintendent from 1945 to 1959, who won 80 official commendations for a lifetime of bravery in the No. 1 district (Soho), including the 1955 breakup of the notorious Jack Spot gang; of a heart attack; in London...
...that wasn't enough to discourage her. She remained a complete Anglophile, majored in English literature at Barnard, wrote her senior thesis on T. S. Eliot, and went back last year to find a better England. It was L'Etoile and Ad Lib and the trattorias in Soho - and a place on King's Road where she could buy a pair of bell-bottom slacks by Foale & Tuffin that made her something of a trend setter back home in New York...
...Hole, Crown and Two Chairmen, Dandy Roll and Dirty Dick's, but the two current favorites among the In set are the Cross-Keys and the King's Head and Eight Bells. Dozens of nightclubs offer totally uninhibited striptease, including Raymond's Revue Bar, sizzling in Soho, where the current attraction is an Australian blonde named Rita Elen, who does her exotic dancing with a full-grown live cheetah named Ginni...
...city that once had the worst dining out in the Western world now has a variety and a class of restaurants that rival New York or even Paris. The little restaurants of Soho are unpretentious but ever so In, beginning with the Trattoria Terrazza (especially its downstairs Positano Room). Tiberio's in Mayfair, with its band and dancing, draws the smart set for later dinners, and other popular In spots are the Mirabelle in Mayfair, L'Etoile and the White Tower in Bloomsbury. London's restaurants and clubs are, of course, famed for their superb wine cellars...
Roly-ProleyMarxist.Unhappily,Dylan had histrionic as well as poetic gifts, and they urged him not only to be but to play the poet. Since the poetic image was proletarian at the time (1934), Dylan promptly plunged into the slums of Soho and there tried terribly hard to be a roly-proley Marxist. Though he looked like a choirboy, he argued like a Bolshevik, dressed like a bum, drank like a culvert, smoked like an ad for cancer, bragged that he was addicted to onanism and had committed an indecency with a member of Parliament. He slept with any woman...