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...past eight years, the citizens who live in Paris' Rue La Fayette-a busy, noisy street near the Gare du Nord -have had their blood pressure driven high by a series of poison-pen letters. The writer demanded money for keeping secrets most of the neighbors did not have. The charges, all phony, said such things as, "Your husband belonged to the Gestapo. If you don't bring me 50,000 francs I will denounce him to the police," or "I know who strangled your sweetheart. Send me 50,000 francs and I won't say anything...
Businessman Richard Deconnink, on a visit in Paris, was having lunch at his favorite bistro in the Rue de Mazagran on the Right Bank when he noticed something familiar about the man sitting at the next table. From the hors d'oeuvre through cheese and coffee Deconnink ransacked his memory. Suddenly he thought he remembered that in Lille, in 1943, he had seen the same man in a grey-green German uniform. Deconnink went to the nearest policeman, who checked the stranger's identity papers. They showed him to be Frederic Georges Branquez, traveling salesman from Lille. Said...
...poll. Among the winners: a cab driver, a policeman, a salesgirl, a dress model and smiling President Vincent Auriol himself. Perhaps the most notable of all the prizewinners was vast, maternal Mme. Denise Muairon, 52, an imposing pillar of Parisian lovability. Mme. Muairon, the concierge at Numero 19 Rue Daru, belongs to a profession that is usually rated about as amiable as a barbed-wire fence. Unlike her colleagues, who snarl at one and all indiscriminately, Madame has smiled benignly from her glass-enclosed niche at No. 19 on a succession of some 32 tenants, at least one of whom...
...gaiety, which long since has had the edge on British austerity. And while the British festival . . . has resulted in the city on the Thames having a little more bounce than usual, it still makes the British capital a road company of Paris, so far as esprit is concerned . . . The Rue Blondel maisons de tolerance have long since been outlawed, [but] the prosties [on the streets] are as surprising in their pert good looks and simple good taste in clothes as in the plenitude of numbers...
...week or not, Robinson and Papa Wiley are up each morning at 6 a.m., to pound out four to six miles of roadwork along the shady bridle paths of the Bois de Boulogne. Three times a week Sugar's gaudy Cadillac winds into a narrow courtyard off the Rue du Faubourg St. Denis for a 3 p.m. workout in the Central Sporting Club, where Sugar gets seriously down to work: three minutes of shadow boxing; six rounds of boxing, two with each of three sparring partners; three minutes with the body bag, and three with the light punching...