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...Ye Olde. Water- in canals, lagoons, fountains - is "an excellent prop"; and arcades such as those flank ing Pisa's Borgo Stretto and Bern's Spitalgasse or covering Istanbul's Grand Bazaar provide not only protection from both sun and rain but an interesting play of light and shadow...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The City: Looking Backward | 6/15/1962 | See Source »

...Ye Olde lacrosse team (which ancient sport was played even before the '49 gold rush) also looks very strong. Coach James Lentz feels that "this is the best defensive unit I've ever had." However, he says it's not "the" best team he's ever...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE SPORTING SCENE | 4/26/1962 | See Source »

...national unity and racial integration, be charitable towards those with whom you disagree, and you will go to Heaven, to be sure, but your passage there might well be expedited by a Soviet bullet . . . Here is a secularization of the unique relationship between man and God. Be good and ye shall have nothing to fear from Soviet imperialism. It does not follow. The Communists know how to conquer good people too." Syndicating Buckley was the inspiration of Harry E. Elmlark, general manager of New York's George Matthew Adams Serv ice, whose wares run a gamut from comic strips...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: A Chance to Holler | 4/6/1962 | See Source »

...yards away, Victoria and John Brown. Brown, pinning a plaid round the Queen's shoulders, apparently scratched her; she squealed and protested. "Brown offered no apology. He gave the Queen a kind of shake, clutched her more tightly and snapped: 'Hoots, then, wumman-can ye no hould yere heid...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Study in Black & Brown | 3/2/1962 | See Source »

...midday rush begins. "Four plaice! . . . Two turbot! ... I got six steaks! . . . Four plaice, please, ducks! . . . Three cutlets, Hans! . . . Two omelettes! . . . Four cod, lover boy! Ye canna be a slow coach here!" Waitresses scream, cooks curse, knives flash, fat crackles, urns squeal, sweat spews out of every pore and food leaps furiously from pot to plate as though it were alive. Faster the pace, wilder the tumult. Like a runaway reactor, like a Beethoven rising to full frenzy the great kitchen gathers itself and surges, thunders, mindlessly explodes in a tremendous climax of comestibles...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Pressure Cooker | 11/3/1961 | See Source »

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