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Manhattanites, gregarious types that they are, can rent a subway if they have use for it (500 members of the New York Telephone Co.'s Retired Club chartered a five-car subway for a trip to Coney Island this week). Jean's Silversmiths supplies fine silver place settings, to match the renter's own, at about $50 for a dozen six-piece settings, or fine crystal goblets at $24 a dozen (but the renter may have to pay $240 for the whole set if one goblet breaks). The New York Circulating Library of Paintings rents...
...wintered there with piano and Mistress George Sand, Majorca was a Mediterranean Bali Ha'i far off the beaten tourist track. Since then, thanks to cut-rate package vacations and a climate even kindlier than Spain's Costa Brava, the island has become a kind of Costa Coney (436,000 visitors last year), where the local patois in peak season is more Cockney than Catalan...
...gardener's love of greenery, likes to weed in the vegetable patch between paragraphs. And the less a city becomes like a village, the more it rouses Mumford's wrath. In a prescient 1922 essay, The City, he warned: "The movies, the White Ways and the Coney Islands, which almost every American city boasts in some form or other, are means of giving jaded and throttled people the sensations of living without the direct experience of life-a sort of spiritual masturbation. In short, we have had the alternative of humanizing the industrial city or dehumanizing the population...
...moments of charm. But even the better shenanigans get skittish or noisy, and the Offenbach delights are dulled by weak voices or smart-alecky words. Musically, The Happiest Girl in the World is much like re-encountering a bewitching Paris charmer on the sands, and in the spirit, of Coney Island. Squeezed between all that is heavy-handed in the show and all that is tawdry, what has merit is left gasping...
...this costs $50 a key and $1.50 a drink. The place is aquiver with girls dressed as rabbits, the subtle symbol of Playboy. They wear more or less what field rabbits wear, and they have what Chicago businessmen call "majestic mezzanines." When an expense account walks in, a coney comes up to him and says: "Good evening. I'm Barbara. I'm your bunny." But is she really? No, she is really Hefner's. All bunnies-many of whom have appeared in the magazine-are absolutely forbidden to date the customers...