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...Carter. In Palm Springs, Calif., the President and his family were ensconced in a palm-shaded, 14-room villa owned by U.S. Ambassador to Belgium Leonard Firestone; it is part of a millionaires' development called Rancho Mirage. Ford worked at his rusty golf game at some of the swankest courses on the Coast: Thunderbird, La Quinta and Eldorado. "Relax," he told reporters. "Have a good time. No pressure." For the first time since he became President, his staff did not even refer to the journey as a "working vacation...
...moved on to Frankfurt and became a bar girl. Soon she had enough money to buy a modest Ford Taunus, then graduated to a red-upholstered Mercedes 190 SL. She would cruise up and down the Kaiserstrasse or park in front of the Frankfurter Hof, the city's swankest hotel. As a plump, well-tailored captain of industry approached, Rosie would appear to be having trouble with her engine, and appeal prettily for help. Her tab was high-anywhere up to 1,000 marks in a city where 20 is the average. Explained a Frankfurt businessman: "To understand those...
...years ago, there were very few colored men to be prejudiced against, and they were apt to be either wealthy or titled, or both. There were colored men all through the Oxford and Cambridge colleges, and Negro presidents of the Oxford Union; they were accepted in Mayfair's swankest hotels and clubs. During the war, U.S. Negro soldiers were welcomed with unequaled kindness, even to the extent of fathering some 750 babies...
Madman & Comer. Peter enjoyed the role of eccentric young man-about-Mayfair. He entertained lavishly, kept tables permanently reserved at the West End's swankest nightclubs. When one of his companies tottered, Peter shifted money dexterously from another, started a new one, or found new money from his faithful backers. Nobody at first seemed to notice that none of his companies made money...
...pressagent told the story, roly-poly Don Vicente Miranda, onetime waiter who now owns Mexico's swankest nightclub, El Patio, lay abed one morning last week and pondered on the world's sad state. Everybody, he decided, was tense and nervous. Then he bounded out of bed with a plan. He would soothe the world with mole, the marvelous Mexican sauce based on chocolate and chile...