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Your article "Case of the Classy Madam" [NATION, Oct. 29] is disturbing. Has the New York City police department nothing better to do than crack down on a prostitution ring? In France, Sydney Biddie Barrows would have received the grand cross of the Legion of Honor for her services to humanity...
...dignity in a presidential election campaign? Where are the issues of substance? Let us consider the matter with deep seriousness as the red, white and blue balloons shower down on our funny hats and a tuba ooms in our ears. More noise, please. (Is this your baby, madam? Extraordinary. Of course, I'll kiss...
...apartment was host to trim, elegant women, who for as much as $2,000 a night would allegedly indulge wealthy clients in their wildest dreams. What no one could have imagined when she was arrested last week was the true identity of the woman behind the scenes. A professional madam at night, Devin by day was Sydney Biddle Barrows, of the New Jersey Biddies, one of the country's oldest and most distinguished families, say police. She and her mother are listed in the Social Register with the notation "Myf," the elite code for descendants of Mayflower Pilgrims...
Dubbing her the "Mayflower Madam," the tabloids rushed into killer-competitive frenzies over her story. The New York Post explained her impeccable lineage in breathless detail and bragged to its readers that it had obtained nude photos of Barrows taken during a 1973 European tour. Alas, the editors informed somewhat baffled readers, "they were not suitable for publication in a family newspaper." When the Daily News printed a revealing snapshot, along with an exclusive interview with Barrows after her arrest, the Post promptly splashed across half a page its picture of the young socialite reclining naked upon an Amsterdam hotel...
...model Marxist nation. The film's heroes are the "misfits" who anchor their dreams in the past or launch them into the faraway future. One aging captain of the revolution, educated in France many years earlier, drowns his disappointments in French poetry and the company of a backstreets madam. A boy of about ten, godfathered by American G.I.s, has the randy strut and rancid mouth of a pint-size Richard Pryor. By 1978, the year in which the film is set, two bygone eras of colonialism could provide reason for nostalgia simply because they were past and because...