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...appeared that Carol's valet, knowing his master's fiery temper, had concealed all knowledge of the theft. He had, two weeks previously, he said, been accosted on the street by an extraordinarily goodlooking young woman. She had invited him to dine and presumably to wine. He accepted the invitation. . . . Next morning, the valet continued, he woke up with a bad headache to discover that the correspondence, including his own, was gone. His letters were subsequently returned, except one which contained the names of people who had visited the Prince at his Orne Villa...
...actors' club in the popular sense.* The few that love it go there; a very few live there. There are card rooms and pool tables; soft chairs for reading; writing desks. In the back is a small garden around which runs a veranda where the members dine in summer. The club is always quiet, although from the peculiar demands of its actor members it stays open late at night. In these days Don Marquis may be often seen there; Jules Guerin, the painter; Otis Skinner; John Barrymore when he is in town; O. P. Heggie; and many another. Ladies...
Food and feeding comes in for a good bit of attention on the official bill, but the restrictions lie not so much on the form as on the substance of luncheons, teas, and dinners. A list is given of places in Boston where the Radcliffites may dine, and a supplementary list restricts the choice if gentlemen are included in the party. There are six Boston restaurants where there are tables for ladies--from Radcliffe...
Banquets. First to dine the 2,000 legionaries were 2,000 French veterans. Tables totaling a mile in length were placed in the open court in the Hotel des Invalides. It rained and blew but the diners wore overcoats. Detachments led by cheerleaders would rush to the head table, cheer Marshal Foch, General Pershing, one-armed General Henri Gouraud, Commander Savage...
While crowds were rioting in Vienna and burning down the Palace of Justice last fortnight, a tall, stooped, cadaverous U. S. traveler with an expression halfway between a hunter and a man hunted, was stationed in Germany. It was Novelist Sinclair Lewis, now slipping off to dine with Berlin babbitts, now stalking away from insistent newspaper correspondents (TIME, July...