One morning, they were there. Accompanied by close to 50 brass bands, some 500 horses and at least two camels, they swarmed into Manhattan 150,000 strong, occupied 85 hotels and motor inns, added to the traffic jam, monopolized sidewalks, held seven-hour-long parades, and displayed a keen group sense of humor in a thousand hilarious ways, including occasionally entangling innocent natives in loops of invisible thread. They wore red fezzes, red and green floppy harem trousers, and embroidered jackets, and looked like wandering extras from The Forty Days of Musa Dagh. They were the respectable and respected members of the...
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