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After the Opera. A fair number of Americans in Paris eventually turn up at the hospital. Schoolteacher Anne Louise McMahon of Lewisburg, W. Va. was crossing the Boulevard des Capucines one night last month, after attending the opera, when a motorcyclist roared down the street and hit her; she suffered a broken left leg. "Right away," she says, "I thought of my little card." Her friends fished it out of her pocketbook and handed it to the gendarme who sent her, d'urgence, to the American Hospital. Card or no, the police probably would have sent her there anyway...
Finland braced itself this week for an invasion. Planes and ships, loaded to capacity, were already disembarking the advance guard of an expected 40,000 foreign visitors to the Olympic Games at Finland's capital. Helsinki's main boulevard, the Mannerheimintie, was lined with store windows displaying the five-colored Olympic rings. In the 10 local newspapers, news of the imminent games almost crowded out the G.O.P. convention in Chicago and the war in Korea. Some householders were demanding, and getting, sky-high prices for bed & board. Helsinki's restaurants hurriedly recruited an extra 2,500 helpers...
...first appearance since 1950's Sunset Boulevard, Gloria Swanson seems to be giving a devastating imitation of herself in that picture, including lacquered profile, smoked glasses, fluttering eyelashes and grande dame mannerisms...
...site he chose for his new place was just a block and a half from the old one, but it was south of Wilshire, which meant eating on the wrong side of the boulevard. That disturbed Mike not at all. To raise money he simply assured prospective stockholders that "the south is so much warmer." The new Romanoff's has no back room, but its cheery main dining room is so shaped that everybody can stare at everybody else without much strain. Business, so far, has been double what it was north of the boulevard, even though capacity...
...clerk, then a wine merchant, and for a while he was happy. "I was gaining a foothold. To complicate things, I needed a wife, furniture, a maid, a brother-in-law, a car, kids . . . [Then] catastrophe, it took hold of me again. I rented a little atelier on Boulevard Saint-Michel, I locked myself in. My wife didn't like it, that's understandable; she disappeared in a trap door, melted away. Bon voyage...