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...million today, not counting the millions who study newspaper bridge columns but never take a card in hand. Over the same span, the number participating in American Contract Bridge League tournaments has exploded from 5,000 to more than 75,000. Having survived the now waning gin and canasta booms, bridge is moving ever-faster out front as the U.S.'s No. 1 card game...
...with Gracie Fields. At midnight, when Bea Lillie, alias Lady Peel, arrived, the party reached its peak. Someone peeled off his dinner jacket; someone else pushed him into the pool. A fully dressed couple staged an underwater race. The bar closed at 2 a.m., but 35 cases of whisky, gin, beer, champagne, vodka, sherry had given the party enough momentum to last till...
Then there is serious little Gregg. She raids her ex-boy-friend's garbage can. broods lovingly over pieced-out evidence of his new romance. A different sort is sensible, prim-and-proper Caroline; she likes older men. Halfway through the book she sights one of them, a gin-rickety, fascinatingly debauched religion editor: "Caroline could not help remembering the feelings she had had about him at the other party . . . and as his eyes met hers she realized he was thinking about it too. For an instant the spark arose between them again, and her heart began to pound...
...Gin & Company. The locale of these eight finely wrought stories is Shady Hill, which could pass for many a commuting community in New York or Connecticut. The lawns and hedges are faultless, but there are cracks in the picture-window lives. In 0 Youth and Beauty!, a middle-aging onetime track star enlivens the soggy butt ends of party nights by running a hurdle race over the furniture. One night he falls and breaks his leg. Shortly after that, his wife accidentally shoots him, but not before the youth cult has robbed him of the will to live. In Just...
During succeeding days and nights, marching in crazed, drunken columns, the mob smashed, looted and burned the Catholic chapels of continental ambassadors. The rioters wrecked breweries and distilleries, pumping raw gin onto the flames through the hoses of fire engines, rolling barrels of fat into the bonfires until the London sky blazed with a red glare not seen again until World War II. Methodically, the mob went to work on London's storied prisons-Newgate, Bridewell, Fleet -turning a stream of criminals loose. "London offered on every side," said an eyewitness, "the picture of a city sacked and abandoned...