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...debutantes, and many a "five-shilling touch" from Piccadilly in full war paint. Hedda Hopper of Hollywood was there (in one of her hats). So were Wellington Koo, Sir John (now Viscount) Simon, Lord & Lady Mountbatten and General Spaatz. With cautious restraint, Clement and Mrs. Attlee sipped gin and lemon. Herbert Morrison wandered pixy-like and alone through the garden to the huge refreshment tent, sampling a brave but pallid collation of austerity sandwiches and hors d'oeuvres. Through it all stood friendly, broad-shouldered Ambassador Averell Harriman, shaking hands with each of his 2,000 guests. Once...
...make the blowout a success, Harriman and Assistant Paul ("Piggy") Warburg had worked overtime bullying caterers and procuring gin, bourbon and some synthetic fruit juices. There was no ice or Scotch to be had. "I thought Americans always had ice and Scotch," muttered a few disgruntled Britons, but for others the plebeian spirits did well enough. A few drunks were soon reeling here & there. The dignified staggers of U.S. junior officers drew many a disparaging glance and word from moralizing chauffeurs clustered at the entrance. Only the waiters and bartenders seemed unhappy. As the afternoon wore on they grew progressively...
...Pompton Lakes, N.J., where Joe Louis trained, he played gin rummy like he fought-coolly, with a slight trace of a frown. He laughed, though, when he got a first-card knock: "Boy, you sure got to concentrate on this game. . . ." Joe didn't like to lose, even when he was playing...
...Other Camp. Twenty miles away at an abandoned resort hotel on Greenwood Lake, Pittsburgh's 182-lb. Billy Conn looked good - in training. There were no gin rummy games in his camp any more: Billy had lost $1,800 to his brother in less than a week. Now they played quick two-handed poker games, anteing $20 bills, and raising with $205. Occasionally Billy commanded Manager Johnny Ray: "Gimme another hundred." Said Manager Ray: "We're just a bunch of plain, ordinary bums having a good time...
...time. For his speakeasy pals he maintains a sturdy, juvenile affection. They were uniformly great tosspots and great guys. How to Grow Old Disgracefully is full of their gags and practical jokes. The common denominator of these friendships may well have been at a level higher than gin, but Anthony provides no clue to it. He says: "People had fun in speakeasies. Today's nightclubs are morgues...