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Maxim Karolik, 69, the opera tenor from Petrograd who emigrated to the U.S., married a proper Bostonian millionairess and became the most conspicuous collector of 19th century American art, divides most of his time these days between his late wife's summer mansion in Newport and the Ritz in Boston. At the Ritz he usually lunches alone, but every few bites he springs across the room to greet in heavily accented English some acquaintance at another table. In Newport his batonlike index finger waves to the accompaniment of an avalanche of talk, which is usually about Maxim Karolik...
...Ramco, which also owns a shopping center and a textile mill, is headed by Ira Guilden, 66, a smooth-running Wall Street operator who was once vice president of Bulova Watch. Another member of the syndicate-along with two unnamed charity trusts-was Edward G. Goldstein, a well-heeled Bostonian. Goldstein is the financial power behind Marcus & Co., which operates the jewelry departments in 20 Gimbel Bros, department stores, and also owns major interests in two other Fifth Avenue jewelers-Tecla Pearls, Inc. and Black, Starr & Frost...
Wispy & Whispery. All the hustle and hubbub was about an LP platter called The First Family, starring a young (26) comic named Vaughn Meader, who does a frequently riotous impersonation of Jack Kennedy. Meader's intonation, rhythm and broad Bostonian accent are good enough to fool any Jacqueline. The series of skits that comprise the record also include a wonderfully wispy, whispery impersonation of Jackie herself, played by Naomi Brossart. Most of it is not wit but gags, and the gags are not all top-drawer, though they are greeted as such by one of those irritating studio audiences...
Cold Baths & Indian Clubs. Cabot was an indelibly Proper Bostonian-but of a special sort. For most of his adult life, he kept to a stern schedule: up at 7 a.m., a cold bath, breakfast at 7:15 (all Beacon Hill breakfasts included oatmeal; Cabot took his with bananas). He never really accepted the advent of the automobile, always walked the four or five miles downtown to his office and back, striding determinedly across the traffic-clogged streets, looking neither to right nor left. Six days a week, year after year, decade after decade, his employees could set their watches...
Died. Godfrey Lowell Cabot, 101, a most proper Bostonian, whose longevity was a measure of his zest for life; in Boston (see THE NATION...