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Back to Manhattan from her first postwar inspection of her villa in Capri came best-dressed Mrs. Harrison Williams, in what the tabloid Daily Mirror called "a pale beige wool dress, with a deeper-than-usual neckline and longer-than-usual skirt." How had she found things? Said she: "A great many things are gone, including a most wonderful wine cellar. Not a bottle remains." But she kept her chin up. "C'est la guerre," said Mrs. Williams...
Sensorialism was founded by 35-year-old Jean LeGrand, a dark-eyed, pale, intense man from the south of France. His theory: nothing is valid except sense experience, in which sex experience, being the most intense, is the most valid. Even the Sensorialists, however, claim that sex should have emotional justification, and therefore they preach "multiple love" instead of "free love." They claim that jealousy and possessiveness are sins; that marriage is enslavement; that fidelity is a mistake but constancy a good thing. The great idol of the Sensorialists is that 18th Century pervert and jailbird, the Marquis de Sade...
...completely blameless either. Latest sample of Gimbels' "overexcited, overeager, overhappy" copy: "Nothing but sweet-as-Pètit-Suisse dreams could come of time spent in a gown and jacket like this. Princess Pat's rayon sheer gown is diaphanous as wisps of clouds floating over a pale June moon...
Report has it that "Blue Skies" marks Fred Astaire's dancing exit from the screen. The performance of Astaire's brilliant extremities causes even the easeful singing of a portly Der Bingle to pale by comparison. Two of Astaire's routines are especially good--a top-hat-and-cane number, "Putting On The Ritz," and a technicolorful costume piece, "Heat Wave." While not quite up to the standard of his "Limehouse Blues" performance in "Ziegfield Follies," they still feature Mr. Astaire, and that, fans, will suffice...
...golden Indian summer when Ed arrived. Rittenhouse Square, hemmed in by the old brownstone houses of an old aristocracy, was patterned with pale sunshine. The city was heavy with factory mists and factory stinks. But as much as anything else, smog and smells were evidences of Republican hardihood. On top of City Hall-above the chambers where a bland, bluff Republican machine had reigned with scarcely an interruption for 58 years-Father William Penn lifted a smog-smudged hand in benediction over the city whose wealth and power were created by high tariffs and Republican enterprise...