Word: tuxedoed
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Things are funkier elsewhere and appreciably cheaper: delegates can rub elbows and shake a leg with natives of outlying boroughs at the Tuxedo Ballroom (Third Ave. and 17th St.; $6 cover on weekends). At Barney Googles (225 E. 86th St.; $4 cover on weekend nights and free admission for women before 10 p.m.) you can hear both disco and highly spiced Latin music, called salsa. This blistering rhythm, Afro-Cuban in origin, is served up hottest at the Corso (205 E. 86th St.), where the dance floor gives you the chance for the sort of workout that could lead...
...Franklin D. Roosevelt had an eye for women. Not just any women, but tall, intelligent and impeccably well-bred travelers in his own social circles. He married his patrician cousin Eleanor in 1905, kept his dining tables and drawing rooms decorated with bright young women from Chestnut Hill and Tuxedo Park, and from 1913 until the day he died in 1945 carried on a secret but by now much-publicized affair with Lucy Mercer, a daughter of Maryland gentry and for a time Eleanor's personal secretary...
...still languishing in the Rochester caddy yard, Hagen's antics are still a vivid reality. Bartlett becomes excited by simply recounting the favorite epigram of Hagen's aging chronicler: "He always used to tell the story about how Hagen showed up one morning on the first tee wearing a tuxedo...
...elephant, if you can believe that) or yell "Don't shoot," when it comes to be the time in the speech when the guy lies down on the road and lets the elephant have it between the eyes. With 300 people on the edges of their seats, wearing your tuxedo and standing above them, you sort of forget who you are, you get high, and you think you really are in Burma shooting the elephant. There was this guy in the third row the whole time smiling and nodding his head--I could see him even with my glasses...
...walking around looking like Hamlet, and Howard, who had given me the lozenge and had warmly praised my reading, seemed a bit glum. A lot of us went out to Cronin's afterwards, it was real warm out and the night was a dark blue sort of like my tuxedo, and the excitement that had been up on the stage while all the people sat and were entertained spilled out into the Yard where people milled about each other and talked eagerly. Like I said, we went to Cronin's, I sat at a table with a bunch of Loebies...