Word: guests
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...response to an insistent but mysterious luncheon invitation, a shoal of ex-Premiers and other top politicians assembled at the home of a former Cabinet minister in Paris one afternoon last week. To the astonishment of most of them, the principal guest proved to be Moscow's Ambassador to France-busy, birdlike Sergei Vinogradov, one of the new Soviet breed of laughing-boy diplomats. Even more astonishing was Vinogradov's chosen topic of conversation: maintenance of French power in North Africa...
Whether all these settlements would decrease the anti-American poison spread by the captive Cairo press or broadcast by Cairo propaganda stations remains to be seen. At the moment Nasser was off to Moscow-to be guest of honor at the May Day parade...
...evening a fortnight ago did the gaily irresponsible Elsa turn her gusty gall on one of the few name-and-I-droppers in the world who, pound for pound, can outgossip and outfeud her-Walter Winchell. The battle between the titans of Babel began when Host Jack Paar cued Guest Maxwell with a remark that Walter Winchell "is after me." Not waiting to learn how, Elsa expanded like an enraged blowfish, crying: "He's never voted and never registered! Is that a good patriotic American or not? He is phonier than we are, Jack...
...High up in the crowd was a runty gambler named Mickey Cohen. To the movie folk, gum-chomping Mick typified a real-life heavy out of their own films; for the Mick to invite a star to his table in a swank joint seemed as thrilling for the guest as it would be if a rubberneck tourist were asked to drink with Lana Turner. The Mick and his crowd just loved...
...quarterly dividend." This was the TV story of Walter Slezak, playing a retired furrier from Manhattan, whose bumbling social presence made his daughters uncomfortable and embarrassed their husbands. Visiting son-in-law No. 4, an ambitious Hollywood agent, Slezak lumberingly wrecked a cocktail party by commenting amiably on a guest's mink ("Say, that's a nice mutation you got there; it's not what you'd call real mink, but I wouldn't worry about it if I was you. To the untrained eye, there's no difference in quality"). Abashed, disheartened...