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Along toward dawn one morning last week, Screen Actor Humphrey Bogart was sitting, in person, in Manhattan's not quite haut monde saloon, the Stork Club. It was the hour when it is virtually impossible to decide whether a rumba band goes bonkle bonkle tonk, or tonkle tonkle bonk; when waiters' arches ache, and blondes brush the hair out of their eyes in a queenly way. Bogart, who was sipping happily on a drink, decided to send out for two 22-lb. stuffed pandas...
...time. She sat entranced at Maxwell Anderson's Anne of the Thousand Days, went backstage at Ken Murray's Blackouts, listened to jazz at Bop City, danced the Charleston at a teen-age party, sipped a horse's neck (ginger ale and lemon peel) at the Stork Club, took a moonlight ride through Central Park in a convertible with the top down, and burned her tongue on a nightcap of hot chocolate at Rumpelmayer's. It was the kind of Manhattan merry-go-round that teen-agers dream about for their first visit to New York...
Greetings from the Stork. When war broke out, Lisa and Fernand came to the U.S. Soon after her first pictures appeared in U.S. magazines, smitten strangers sent her presents, including a bottle of champagne from Stork Club Impresario Sherman Billingsley, whom she has never met. She recalls, "I thought: what a strange country this is. Maybe I'd better go home now." Today, Lisa works an average of 20 hours a week, half on advertising and half on magazine fashion illustrations, which pay less than advertising pictures ($12.50-$15) but carry prestige. Lisa averages about $500 a week, could...
...frame and broke three ribs. He studied law, served as a captain of infantry in World War I, and returned home to become an assistant U.S. attorney (in which job he convicted, among others, a young bootlegger named Sherman Billingsley, now owner of Manhattan's posh Stork Club...
...agents, movie starlets, U.S. Senators, atomic scientists or stock manipulators. Millions of them had never sat on a flagpole, made the headlines in a love-nest raid or lost a $14,000 Russian sable stole; almost as many had yet to sniff cocaine, snap at a waiter in the Stork Club, sue somebody for libel, own a Jaguar 3½-liter convertible, or pour a champagne cocktail over a blonde's shoulder blades...