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...clarinet to his lips and once again became a famous living trademark. Behind him 13 instruments exploded in the old Goodman theme song Let's Dance, and the guests at the Empire Room's tables began to feel wonderful. A surprised young waiter nearly dropped the filet mignon Benny he was serving. "For this room-so loud!" he whispered...
...Sheraton Astor Hotel on Times Square more than 2,000 Democrats sat down to filet mignon at the New York State Committee's annual $100-a-plate fund-raising dinner. As between party members, it was all quite impartial. The leading candidate for President, Adlai Stevenson, campaigning in California, could not attend, but he telegraphed "love and affection." Tennessee's Senator Estes Kefauver, the only other announced candidate, was there on the dais (ready to hop off for California), but his presence did not mean that this was his crowd. That peripatetic "inactive" candidate, New York...
...often happens in final exams, the last minute cramming was wholly unnecessary. The question: identify five dishes and two wines on the now-famous menu of a royal banquet given in 1939 by King George VI for French President Albert Lebrun. The items: Consommé Quenelles, Filet de truite saumonée, Petits Pois à la française, Sauce maltaise, Corbeille, Château Yquem; Madeira Sercial. The minute he heard it, Captain McCutchen knew he was rich.* Inside the isolation booth he conferred with his father-advisor (for appearance sake only, it seemed), cracked his knuckles, and cracked...
...Filet Mignon at Breakfast. Aboard the presidential plane was young David Eisenhower, on his way home from summer camp and a week with grandfather. As soon as the Columbine was aloft, David, at grandfather's insistence, exchanged his Davy Crockett outfit for a pair of white pajamas with red dots. Within a few minutes he was snug in a berth in the President's private compartment. Ike turned in soon after...
Next morning Ike was up early, peering from his window for glimpses of the flood damage. An Air Force steward put an enormous breakfast tray in front of him (orange juice, cantaloupe, filet mignon, mashed potatoes, Melba toast and coffee), but Ike, preoccupied with the tragedy below, merely toyed with his meal. As the Columbine cruised slowly over Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York and Connecticut, low cloud formations closed in, and Ike got only occasional views of the flooded areas. Allentown, Pa. floated underneath, between cloud drifts, looking untouched by the flood. Over Connecticut, the clouds opened up long enough...