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...department store, R. H. Macy's. "We went and got," said Macy's Decorator in Chief Betty Gallagher Ormsby, "everything." That included bedspreads, crystal goblets, hand-cut chandeliers, a merry-go-round, toothpick frills, a steak masticator, a fish refrigerator, a headboard of pale café-au-lait satin for President Tubman's bed. From Monrovia, capital of Africa's only Negro republic, Macy's was flooded by radiograms: "Engraved glassware imperative;" "Ship constitutional range" (that was supposed to mean "institutional," i.e., big enough for a large institution); "ship painted steel butts, delete lavatory hinges...
Winchell himself was off on a six-weeks' vacation. In Manhattan, Jack Lait, editor of Hearst's Mirror, filled in for his hired hand, but wanted it known that the ground rules were different when he played. At a column's end, he tacked a virtuous "Notice to many well-meaning informers:" this column, under this byline, does NOT publish obstetrical information, ever...
Africa's underslung, café-au-lait Basenjis ("bush things") are no exception. For generations they have tracked game for chiefs in the Belgian Congo, emitting only an occasional soft "groo," plaintively yodeling during the mating season, but never barking. Last week, however, in London's Trinity Hall, at the annual show of the British Basenji Club, a barkless Basenji barked. It was the end of 6,000 years of canine taciturnity. "My breath simply went," gasped Acting Club Secretary Veronica Tudor Williams. "Quite a bombshell," muttered the permanent secretary...
...your issue of Oct. 21, you discuss the Hearst gossip columnists of Los Angeles and San Francisco. You name Jack Lait Jr. as "Artie Angeleno" but you fail to give us the name of "Freddie Francisco...
Like Igor ("Cholly") Cassini, his Manhattan opposite number, Lait does most of his work at night, gleaning items from bar tenders, waiters and customers in Mike Romanoff's restaurant and at Giro's, the Mocambo and the other "Sunset Strip" clubs. So far he has stuck to items about society celebrities (the Herricks, the Whitneys, the Rockefellers, etc.) and feature stories about forgotten heiresses and play boys. But some of his pieces have sent Princess Conchita Sepulveda Pignatelli, pillar of the Examiner's society staff and of local society, flouncing into the editor's office...