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After a quiet crossing from New York on the S.S. Flandre, Author Ernest Hemingway bared his teeth for Paris photographers at the Ritz when asked to appraise a salmon caught by his host, Charles Ritz, son of the late, famed Hotelkeep César Ritz. Before going on to hunt elephants in Africa, Hemingway hoped to do some fishing in the Pyrenees, told a French reporter he was traveling light with two fishing rods, two revolvers and no typewriter. "I started my writing career with a typewriter," he said. "Today I use a pencil...
Typical is the 25-story, $25 million office building now being completed on the site of the famed old Ritz-Carlton Hotel (TIME, May 14, 1951). Behind a high fence and a sidewalk canopy, work has proceeded with machinelike smoothness on a painstakingly detailed schedule. Few materials are piled on the sidewalk or in the streets, because most of the materials are brought to the site only when needed. A steady stream of trucks flows in & out of the building, just fast enough to keep the steel girders climbing skyward and a supply of concrete and bricks on hand...
Pierre hired two detective agencies to find her, and when they did, he dashed to London, asking Eileen to marry him. Eileen said no, but agreed to one last weekend together. As "Mr. & Mrs. Pierre Delaitre of Paris," they registered a fortnight ago at the Ritz, the staid old Victorian hostelry on Piccadilly. Their room was No. 223-one of the best in the house, painted a glowing pink and with a Louis...
Scandalized and worried at what some of its titled clientele might think, the Ritz sealed Room 223, destroyed the Louis XIV bed, had the numerals 223 removed from the door and the number expunged from the hotel registry...
...dialogue this time finds the Lampoon in uneasy editorial agreement with the CRIMSON concerning the new parietal rules. As the Jester says, "Well, they've decided to let you have them in your rooms from eight to eleven Saturday night, when everyone who has any sense is in the Ritz Bar anyway, and not to have them there at all in the afternoons, which is the only time you can copy their Fine Arts papers...