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...clarinet to his lips and once again became a famous living trademark. Behind him 13 instruments exploded in the old Goodman theme song Let's Dance, and the guests at the Empire Room's tables began to feel wonderful. A surprised young waiter nearly dropped the filet mignon Benny he was serving. "For this room-so loud!" he whispered...
...Sheraton Astor Hotel on Times Square more than 2,000 Democrats sat down to filet mignon at the New York State Committee's annual $100-a-plate fund-raising dinner. As between party members, it was all quite impartial. The leading candidate for President, Adlai Stevenson, campaigning in California, could not attend, but he telegraphed "love and affection." Tennessee's Senator Estes Kefauver, the only other announced candidate, was there on the dais (ready to hop off for California), but his presence did not mean that this was his crowd. That peripatetic "inactive" candidate, New York...
...Filet Mignon at Breakfast. Aboard the presidential plane was young David Eisenhower, on his way home from summer camp and a week with grandfather. As soon as the Columbine was aloft, David, at grandfather's insistence, exchanged his Davy Crockett outfit for a pair of white pajamas with red dots. Within a few minutes he was snug in a berth in the President's private compartment. Ike turned in soon after...
Next morning Ike was up early, peering from his window for glimpses of the flood damage. An Air Force steward put an enormous breakfast tray in front of him (orange juice, cantaloupe, filet mignon, mashed potatoes, Melba toast and coffee), but Ike, preoccupied with the tragedy below, merely toyed with his meal. As the Columbine cruised slowly over Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York and Connecticut, low cloud formations closed in, and Ike got only occasional views of the flooded areas. Allentown, Pa. floated underneath, between cloud drifts, looking untouched by the flood. Over Connecticut, the clouds opened up long enough...
...writing? "Very little," drawled Bill Faulkner affably. "I didn't meet her until I was 50.* Next day, some 175 diplomats, newsmen and Japanese educators waited for the author to appear at Tokyo's Foreign Correspondents Club. But they had to satisfy themselves instead with a filet mignon lunch. Attended by a doctor and nurse. Tourist Faulkner was bedded down at International House, laid low by the heat, lack of nourishment (he abstained from food during his entire transpacific flight), and too many toasts of welcome...