Word: hostessing
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...star (James Coco) dropped out for gall-bladder surgery and another (Elizabeth Taylor) fled to a London hospital suffering from amoebic dysentery. Last week everything seemed back in focus as members of the crews and cast gathered at the Leningrad Hotel for a buffet of caviar and vodka. The hostess? The completely recovered Elizabeth Taylor, who displayed a previously unexploited talent for diplomacy. Said she: "If another opportunity comes up to be in a Soviet-American coproduction, I'll be pleased to accept the proposal...
...take long for Sally Quinn to gain a reputation as a reporter with a good eye for the embarrassing quote and the hypocritical posture, which she had no trouble finding on the Washington social circuit. So controversial were her accounts of capital parties that, according to Quinn, hosts and hostesses stopped inviting working reporters, and she was invited only to those parties she agreed not to write about. "Once," says Quinn, "a well-known hostess remarked that to have a society reporter covering your party was the kiss of death, but to have Sally Quinn there not reporting...
Carpenter continued a gracious patter like a hostess casing a giant dinner party. "Someone once asked a friend of nine. How can you be the mother of two small children and a congresswoman at the same time", She replied. "Because I have a bratin and a uterus and I use both...
Early in 1973, Washington Post Reporter Sally Quinn went to a party at the Manhattan home of Barbara Walters, queen of NBC's morning Today show. Quinn noticed that her hostess's bedside alarm clock was set for 4 a.m. "If they paid me a million dollars, I would never accept Barbara Walters' job," she told a friend that night. "That is simply no way to live...
...Locust. "The violet hush of twilight was descending over Los Angeles as my hostess, Violet Hush, and I left its suburbs headed toward Hollywood. In the distance a glow of huge piles of burning motion picture scripts lit up the sky. The crisp tang of frying writers and directors whetted my appetite. How good it was to be alive, I thought, inhaling deep lungfuls of carbon monoxide... A suttee was in progress by the road side... Violet and I elbowed our way through the crowd. An enormous funeral pyre composed of thousands of feet of film and scripts drenched with...