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...sidewalks of the Spui (The Hague's Broadway). Many of them were moviegoers, eagerly getting down from busily clanging streetcars to see Song of My Heart, Fallen Idol, or Till the Clouds Roll By. A few, however, drifted unobtrusively towards a second-floor meeting room of the bleak Café de Kroon. They were searching for peace of soul and were willing to see if two bearded, 32-year-old Moslem missionaries could show them...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE NETHERLANDS: Hell Is a Hospital | 7/4/1949 | See Source »

Standing before his middleaged, white-collar audience in the green-walled Café de Kroon, Bashir struggles valiantly to answer such questions as: "How do Moslems treat their enemies?" A railroad worker wants to know, "How about Sundays?" and a shaggy-haired schoolteacher declares with Calvinist indignation, "Your Ahmad hasn't realized the importance...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE NETHERLANDS: Hell Is a Hospital | 7/4/1949 | See Source »

...green valleys around Birmingham, Ala. one night last week, some 60 of the neighbors piled into their cars and started out to make some calls. In Brookside, Steve Marshlar was doing his usual business, serving whites and Negroes food and drinks in segregated areas of his dilapidated café. Marshlar is a member of the Greek Orthodox Church. Into his café marched the neighbors. They were garbed in white robes, masks and hoods...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE SOUTH: A Call from the Neighbors | 6/20/1949 | See Source »

Three world citizens were sitting in the sunny Café de Flore, the shrine of Left Bank Bohemia, feeling quite sorry for themselves. After the pleasant splash that First World Citizen Garry Davis had made last winter (TIME, Jan. 10), the world seemed to have lost interest in the movement that was designed to unite it in peace...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PERIPATETICS: For the Love of the World | 6/13/1949 | See Source »

...very hard to explain how you can suddenly become a painter, especially for me-I talk like a Spanish cow-but my life absolutely changed from that minute. I started painting 12 and 15 hours a day. I never went to the cafés; I lost all my friends. When the war started I thought, 'Let the bombs fall. They won't fall on me; I have too much work...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Backwoods Baby | 6/13/1949 | See Source »

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