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...Greeny Greenberg, a former associate of Bugsy, was found dead. Police arrested Bugsy. In jail, Bugsy lived fine, arranged for meals of steak and pheasant, and had liquor served in his cell to entertain his women visitors. And things took care of themselves. Two State's witnesses suddenly died: the case against Bugsy died with them...
...night settled on the capital of all the Russias, white shirt fronts gathered in rigid radiance and evening gowns swayed scented attendance: Foreign Minister Molotov was giving a banquet for his fellow peacemakers. The dinner (caviar, pheasant, ice cream) was almost frugal by official Soviet standards, and the toasts were grimly optimistic. Said Ernie Bevin as he proffered his glass: "We four must not let the people of today or tomorrow say there were men who had a chance to save the world and muffed...
When he heard me say we only had two to go, he must have figured he had better get in his licks. We continued down a rice check. Red ran to cover a cock pheasant and came to point. Stan walked in for the flush with his gun in position. I gave the signal and out came the bird. With a leap and a bound, Red made a perfect catch in the air. Everyone was surprised and began to kid Stan, saying that he would have missed anyway, so we gave Red credit for the save. Not thinking Red would...
Dinner (9:30 p.m.) is only rarely a banquet these days; sometimes there are only W. R. and Marion Davies. Oftener a few regulars show up, like Columnist Louella Parsons, Princess Conchita Sepulveda Pignatelli, society writer of the Los Angeles Examiner. Their host eats heartily (favorite delicacies: cracked crab, pheasant or duck just barely heated), and keeps the table talk on a high plane. Risque stories are out; Hearst recently reprimanded a woman guest who cut loose with a mild "damn." Every night the inevitable movie begins at 11, and bedtime...
Died. Georges Gonneau, 50, famed chef; of leukemia; in Manhattan. His chef-d'oeuvre: breast of pheasant, simmered with juniper berries, truffle essence and old Calvados brandy; fresh chestnuts nested in green artichoke hearts; individual timbale of baked chip potatoes...