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...elegant houses along London's Pont Street, one door remains unlocked far into the night. Every once in a while, a chic miss walks in, nods to the matron sitting in the hall, then hurries up to bed. To Londoners, these girls are known as Monkeys-members of what is commonly called the Monkey Club. But such titles are misleading: the girls happen to be students at the most famous and fashionable finishing school in Britain...
Many an outsider thinks of Boston as a place largely populated by professors, antiquarians, dowagers, and other quaint characters who still like their Martinis three to one. But not Roger L. (for Lacey) Stevens A 42-year-old Detroiter who rose from filling-station grease monkey to millionaire, Stevens was in the group that bought Manhattan's Empire State Building for $51 million a year ago "because it looked like a cheap piece of real estate" (TIME, June 4, 1951 et seq.). To him Boston is another such property...
Married. Ginger Rogers, 41, durable blonde cinemactress (Kitty Foyle, Monkey Business); and Jacques ("Jacky") Bergerac, 26, French cinema novice who met Ginger in Europe last summer, followed her to Hollywood and an M-G-M contract; she for the fourth time, he for the first; in Palm Springs, Calif...
...Weaver's weeds stand years of painstaking work by Virus Researcher Jonas Salk in University of Pittsburgh laboratories. Dr. Salk and his co-workers take samples of all three varieties (the Lansing, Prunhilde and Leon strains) of polio virus and grow them in test tubes with pieces of monkey testicle. They grind up this stuff and treat it with formaldehyde. There is doubt as to whether the chemical "kills" the virus, but no doubt that it knocks it cold. Dr. Salk has taken some of the resulting vaccine and injected it into monkeys. Within three weeks, samples of their...
...primitive spears in the corner of his room, he remarks, "After driving sixty miles up and over the Andes, we took a forty-foot mahogany canoc down the river, shooting at random crocodiles. . . I didn't bring any snakes back but I picked up a tiny marmoset monkey. On the train from New York, in the dining car, I had him inside my coat. And the waiter, who had just set a fruit salad on the table, suddenly saw a long hairy arm reach out from my chest and clutch a grape. He gaped in horror and almost upset somebody...