ANY moviegoer over the age of 30 has memories of Morocco. Of Humphrey Bogart, explaining his presence in Casablanca: "I came for the waters. I was misinformed." Or Gary Cooper as Beau Geste, with ketchup all over his Foreign Legion tunic, dying bravely in defense of the Late Show and his papier-mâché fort. And there were Bing Crosby and Bob Hope, singing as they set out on the road to Dorothy Lamour:
We certainly do get around.
Like Webster's Dictionary, We're Morocco bound.
So are a lot of people these days. For restless jet-age pleasure...
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