Word: tourists
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...where I could run to." The manager (Shelley Winters) of a mambo troupe (actually Katherine Dunham's) suggests that Silvana go along with them. Says Shelley: "This girl has a very important talent"-for the dance, she means, but she is mistaken. Silvana mambos like a self-conscious tourist. Her real talent is her uncanny beauty, all cool glow and rich simplicity, and a sensational figure. Then, too, it takes no little skill to read with a straight face such lines as those with which this picture concludes: "There was left to me only what I had learned through...
...EMIGRANTS (282 pp.) - George Lamming-McGraw-Hill ($3.75). Seen from a ship or an airplane, the islands of the West Indies look like the approaches to paradise. Ashore, the tourist quickly learns that many of the most intelligent natives spend a lot of time figuring out ways and means to escape from their Eden. The best fictional intro duction in years to their state of mind was Barbadian George Lamming's In the Castle of My Skin (TiME, Nov. 9, 1953), a poetic memoir of island youth that plotted the colored man's course from careless innocence...
Obviously the Russians wanted propaganda fodder from the visit. We have give them plenty--first, a year's wait for permission to enter the country; then, the carefully-selected itinerary which read like a page from an Intra-Tourist manual; and now, the business of fingerprints. This last blunder is inexcusable...
SOME painters have all the luck. They get paid for doing what tourists pay through the nose to do: seeing and remembering new things. Painter Robert Sivard, 40, has a blockful of Paris shops and people firmly on canvas as well as in memory; his pictures, which went on view this week at Manhattan's Midtown Gallery, are the sort any armchair tourist can enjoy...
Last week, on the eve of a new tourist season, the geishas at Japan's 300-year-old resort city Kanazawa (pop. 250,000) decided that this ungallant Peeping Tomism had gone far enough. In an atmosphere redolent of heady perfume and rice powder, the girls met in the local town hall to air their indignation. "When I received notice that my earnings were estimated at over 400,000 yen [$1,110]' cried willowy Miss Grasslike Freshness, "my voice failed me." "My heart," mourned the veteran Miss Small Superiority, "is filled with sadness...