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...late grocery tycoon, Frank Munsey, buyer and killer of newspapers, hired him for the New York Sun, assigned him to "go out and find out what is the matter with America." Then, in 1923, Captain Joseph Medill Patterson "bought me a very fancy lunch at the Ritz," offered him the managing editorship of a magazine to be called Liberty. Davenport said he didn't know anything about editing, Patterson said: "That's fine; then you've nothing to unlearn. Go right to work." Two years later, after being told that "no one would be annoyed...
Barbara Hutton, unseasonably and unaccountably, tripped out of the Paris Ritz in a pair of shorts, strolled in the Place Vendome, returned to find an assistant manager at the door. He suggested the back entrance. The President of France was expected shortly, and her skirtless aspect didn't fit in. The dime-store heiress ducked in anyway. The President missed...
Shoppes & Sodas. A shrill curfew whistle sends Val D'Or's moppets kiting home at 9 p.m. The town's Third Avenue (the main stem) has nine hotels* (including a Ritz and a Continental), sandwich shoppes and beauty salons, four furniture stores, taxis, even such accouterments of civilization as a nightclub and a stock exchange (one recent day's business: 27,000 shares, representing $50,000). Val D'Or's drug stores sell barrels of pop. Miners get ice cream sodas at the Splendid Sweets...
...sighed Ralph Waldo Emerson, "summer will have its flies." In 1945, summer was having its perennial drought in readable books. "Along about every July," cracked Random House's bubbling Bennett Cerf, "publishers start crying into their $6 lunches at the Colony and $2 mint juleps at the Ritz Bar that business is awful. But by September 10, they're again screaming that they're in the 90% income tax bracket...
...Incalculable city," wrote Fitzgerald. "What ensued was only one of a thousand success stories of those gaudy days. . . . I, who knew less of [New York] society than any hall-room boy in a Ritz stagline, was pushed into the position not only of spokesman for the time but of the typical product." Actresses whom he had worshipped from afar now eagerly lunched at his apartment. When he stepped into a public fountain in the small hours, the gossip columns turned the splash into a tidal wave. The morning after a mild argument with a cop, he read: "Fitzgerald Knocks Officer...