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...Please Shut Up!" The off-hour activities were almost as arduous as the business sessions. Bellboys rushed velvet, satin or brocade evening gowns to & from the cleaners (average tip: 10?); elevator operators coped with breathless indecision. There was a barn dance and a moonlight boat ride to Waukegan...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ORGANIZATIONS: Sex O'Clock | 7/1/1946 | See Source »

Gossips linked lean, nervous Gerard MacBryan, the Raja's private secretary, to the deal. MacBryan, who calls himself a, Socialist, lives in a London flat decorated with cerise velvet curtains, hidden lighting and deep-cushioned upholstery. He was present at the Ranee's Giro party...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: SARAWAK: The Raja Presents | 2/18/1946 | See Source »

...Death, a Legend. Hashish and women interested him enormously, but he liked alcohol most. He traded off his fashionable clothes for one baggy, brown velvet suit, and took to staggering up & down the steep streets of Montmartre, drinking wine and coughing blood. He and Utrillo would wander into bars, introducing each other to the drunks inside as the "greatest painter in the world"; when the cops came, Modigliani would be carried off, excitedly reciting Dante to the uncomprehending constabulary. Head-wagging Parisians called him the peintre maudit (cursed painter...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Cursed Painter | 1/28/1946 | See Source »

When she comes on stage, she looks like a nice, terribly shy girl in a long white gown. After a moment's pause and a demure curtsy, she suddenly chases the announcer, swings on the velvet curtain, howls a snatch of some unrefined ditty, walks on the side of her heels, pops her teeth and straddles the mike. Radio audiences miss much of this, but if television is just around the corner, Cass Daley's success has hardly begun...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: Ugly Duckling | 1/28/1946 | See Source »

...footman flings open the portals of my palace in that New Jerusalem for me; another unrolls a red path of velvet to the enormous motor which floats me through the city traffic-I leaning back like Ed ward VII, or like God, on leather cushions, smoking a big cigar...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: An Umbrella against Fate | 12/10/1945 | See Source »

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