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Among other peril-frought trends in the U.S., Italy's sleek, slick Couturiere Simonetta observed a "dangerous" tendency among U.S. women to ignore fashion trends and wear what they look best in. Here on her first U.S. visit since 1955, Simonetta crossly jangled her charm bracelet at a New York Timeslady and cried: "All over the country I have seen what I have never seen before . . . Where is the three-quarter sleeve? Where is the lithe waistline, the close-fitting hipline? The shorter hemline? These are not being worn, although we presented them in the last collections!" But, after...
...energetically into public life in 1935 as a volunteer at the Los Angeles Children's Hospital, inevitably became a trustee. Inevitably, too, she became a regent at the University of California, almost singlehanded rescued the foundering Hollywood Bowl concerts, collected civic committee chairmanships like baubles on a charm bracelet. It was she, says her husband, who steered the Times into its long war on the great Los Angeles blight: smog. "Buff and I were driving downtown one day in 1946," says Chandler, "and Buff's eyes started to stream. She looked at me and she said...
...Eugene McGrath, 34, was traipsing between South America and California last week, after confiding to Hollywood Gossipist Sheilah Graham that a going marriage is based on the little things that count. Said Terry: "For our first-month anniversary, Gene gave me diamond earrings. The next month, a gold bracelet and a solid gold carryall. Third month, a race horse. Fourth, a five-carat diamond ring. Next, a diamond bracelet from Tiffany's. The sixth-month anniversary, there was a blue Cadillac Eldorado waiting outside the door." Later "anniversary" loot: fancy apartments in Manhattan and Venezuela, mink, more diamonds. Sighed...
...only an arm stretched out, an outstretched arm that bids me go close, and closer yet to the bracelet that the moss-bearded bridge slips over your wrist...
...World War II was a stern but kindly old gentleman who had no claim to kingship, no ambition to tyranny, and no practice in governing. His realm was a miniature collection of former German areas annexed by Belgium and strung out along its border like charms on a bracelet. Under a six-power agreement signed in Paris in 1949, these territories, 7,789½ acres in all, were placed under a special and independent administration, pending a final peace treaty. The man chosen to head that administration was Major General Paul Bolle, grizzled and nearsighted after 43 years...