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...nothing could better summarize the state of the Hungarian nation than the one thing Budapesters have managed to save from the wreckage: their famed wit. Once gay as a gypsy's bow and spicy as goulash á la Szekely, the jokes circulating through Budapest cafés last week were bitter...
Tired Business. The M.C., null Blanche, played straight man to Comic Pierre Cour. Cour, pince-nezed and Tat-tersall-vested, impersonated "Monsieur Albert," who poses in café society as a rich joyeux garçon-but fools nobody, because he has forgotten to remove his bombazine bookkeeper's sleeves. Monsieur Albert heckled guest stars, mispronounced their names-a bit of business that is just as tired in France...
...Great Ham stalked into Judge T. Alan Goldsborough's courtroom last Tuesday morning, he suspected something of what was in store for him. Drawn Venetian blinds excluded the sun and gave the oak-paneled chamber the fashionable decorum of a high-class café. It took the judge about 40 minutes to overrule all defense objections and accept the Government's findings of fact. Would Mr. Lewis be permitted to speak? He would, said the judge, and Lewis rose, clutching three typewritten sheets of paper...
Pascal was indignant. In his 16 years as a waiter at the Café de Flore, in Paris' bohemian Latin Quarter, Pascal had heard more crackpot talk about art, letters and life than a hundred ordinary men hear in a lifetime. For Pascal, most of it went in one ear and out the other. But he remembered that last year there was a haze of glory around the Café de Flore, when Existentialism was in its first febrile flower. Jean-Paul Sartre, the wall-eyed little founder of Existentialism, and his disciples jabbered nightly at the Flore. Admiring...
...spite of his eminent philosophical name, these considerations meant nothing to Pascal, the waiter at the Café de Flore, who was much more interested in tips. Both the Lettrists and the Sensorialists disdained the Flore. The Lettrists patronized more congenial spots on the Right Bank, of all places; the Sensorialists, for reasons connected with their erotic ethic, avoided all saloons. "France has had enough café literature," Sensorialist LeGrand had said. "Cafés are fine for anyone who merely wants adventures...