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...Fifths, one-fourth of which is Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt Jr., and the What Four, which includes, for kicks, Mrs. Huntington Hartford, wife of the A. & P. fellow. That takes care of everything but the kitch-no, it doesn't. Sure enough, a new quintet just arrived: the Kitchen Cinq...
...more; everyone is too tired." So sighs a character in Francoise Sagan's latest novel, La Chamade, and so to a breathless world was revealed the latest innovation in French amatory technique. In the days of Maupassant, mustaches and mistresses, the affluent Frenchman could not do without his cinq a sept-the 5-to-7 p.m. evening liaison with his paramour. Then he dashed home for a 7:30 dinner with his wife. All of that, as La Sagan sadly reports, has changed...
...automobile that set the clock back. Paris traffic jams-among the worst in the world-make it virtually impossible for the suburban Frenchman to have his cinq a sept and still get home in time to dine with his family. As a result, French philanderers have made a noble sacrifice: instead of the long leisurely lunch of yore, the ardent lover grabs a quick sandwich and a bottle of refreshing Vichy water, then dashes off to see his mistress from 2 to 4. Even the improving French postal service works in his favor: outgoing office mail, which under...
...schedule also suits today's wayward servantless housewife, whose children return home from school at 4:30, thus destroying the old cinq a sept timetable. Another aid for delinquent dames: the wig.""It's a wonderful alibi," explained one Parisian housewife last week. "You tell your husband you must go to the hairdresser. Then, instead, you send your wig and stay home to receive your lover. You retrieve the wig later and appear properly coiffed for your husband. Neat." As for Novelist Sagan, who was in New York last week promoting her new book, the failure of Americans...
...Hotel George Cinq, at Moustache's fragrant bistro on the Left Bank, and at the Hotel Californian bar, Parisians and Americans alike were equally incredulous. New York Herald Tribune (and 130 other papers) Columnist Art Buchwald was going home soon. From 3,000 miles across the Atlantic, Columnist Drew Pearson told an inside-out story: Tribune Publisher John Hay Whitney, still smarting at the loss of Subscriber John F. Kennedy (TIME, June 8), planned to cock Buchwald like a cannon straight at the Administration. Pearson was wrong. "I made my decision to go to Washington before the White House...