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...about two years ago things suddenly changed. Brenda had moved into Los Angeles, installed herself as the madam of a call house and found plenty of prosperity. As business improved she shifted from the tacky Fedora Street neighborhood to plushier headquarters on Hollywood's Sunset Strip, later moved on to swanky Harold Way. Some of Hollywood's shiniest names became her steady customers. Brenda felt so secure that she even took a quarter-page ad in a film directory published by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences; it was a nice refined ad -just a couple...
...banged open, and the airline manager poked his head in and announced that the plane was due in 15 minutes. But instead of the scheduled DC-4, it would be a bucket-seat, twin-engine C-46. A tall Chinese in a long, fur-lined gown plucked off his fedora hat and rubbed a handkerchief over his shaven pate. "Ai-yah," he groaned...
...Truman climbed into a limousine, drove to the White House, changed from a grey fedora to a sand-colored sombrero, got back into the limousine and was driven to National Airport, where he joined Lovett and others in the reception committee for Marshall. The Secretary's plane had been circling overhead for ten minutes, waiting word that the President had arrived. The plane set down. A tired, ashen-faced, 68-year-old George Marshall alighted, smiling wanly. A grinning Mr. Truman greeted...
...Palmer House); in the mirrored boudoir of her Manhattan penthouse. Jewel-&-fur-bearing Mrs. Hilton (who once told tabloid reporters that unidentified villains had kept her in "continuous slumber" for six months with mysterious drugs) now reported to police that a tall stranger in a grey suit, fedora, pigskin gloves and dark glasses had tied her and her maid to a love seat and made off with her jewels. He first got Zsazsa out of bed in her black chiffon negligee, she said, and took the diamond ring, diamond bracelet and diamond necklace she had been sleeping in. Then...
This morning Americans by the millions will tune their radios to the early newscasts to learn if the telephone strike whose certainty was termed beyond the "slightest question" has become a reality, or has been staved off by an eleventh hour formula pulled from Secretary Schwellenbach's fedora. Both sides have indicated willingness to submit to arbitration the unions' demands for higher wages and pensions, longer vacations, and other fringe issues. But, only a few hours before the strike deadline, there is still a large area of disagreement as to how the arbitration should be effected, particularly if it should...