Word: poshli
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...schoolgirl glided out to defend her world's figure-skating title last week, any splay-ankled tyro could plainly see that pert Carol Heiss was a solid bet to keep the championship in the U.S. In addition, the flashiest male who showed up for the meet at the posh Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs was another American. Dave Jenkins, 20, the acrobatic kid brother of Hayes Alan Jenkins, now turned pro, who had won the title four years running...
...sort of a high class Biltmore clock at which to meet your friends: a restaurant, bar, hotel, athletic club, and game room all rolled into one posh ball. To its dining halls an average of 500 people come for lunch every day, well over 200 more for dinner, and about 70 for breakfast. Its 60-odd rooms are almost always filled, and the seven private dining halls, more often than not, are used for class meetings and private parties...
...oxfords rather than combat boots. So garrison-minded were their commanders that they issued orders while the bombs were falling that ties would not be worn and officers no longer saluted. Author Stewart catches the quickening tempo of panic. As he and a buddy ordered a drink at the posh Manila Hotel bar, they heard a girl with a brittle laugh telling her escort: "I wired Mom that it would be just a fabulous adventure. Fabulous...
Sweeping into Paris from London, symmetrically stacked (35-23-35) Marian McKnight, 19, Miss America of 1957, was hounded by newshounds. After the publicity-shy creature of publicity coyly evaded them at the posh Hotel Meurice, reporters picked up her trail again, cornered her at the entrance to the Folies-Bergère. Their brief interview proved unilateral-all questions and no answers. "Miss Amérique?" politely inquired a France Soirman. She responded, reported he, "with the sad countenance of a doe at bay." Soon, stated France Soir sadly, the door of the Folies-Bergère "swallowed Miss...
...ears of Manhattan night-livers were happily tuned last week to a pair of pretty girl singers. Caterina Valente had already gone far - all the way from Germany to the Cotillion Room of the posh Hotel Pierre. Barbara Lea had only gone as far as the tiny downtown and downstairs Village Vanguard, but she was already breaking many of the customers' hearts twice nightly...