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...their van when a Kansas highway patrolman pulled her over for doing 76 in a 55-m.p.h. zone. But no jail awaited Natalya or the startled author of The Gulag Archipelago. Instead, they received a brisk lecture on traffic customs, U.S. style, and a $25 fine. Hit hardest was Woolworth Heiress Barbara Hutton, who was assessed $800 in Mexico last week after she failed for the past two months to pay the wages (a total of $640 per week) of the 20 gardeners and grounds keepers at her home in Juchi-tepec. Maybe she just forgot: she is never there...
Genteel Privacy. Indeed, genteel privacy is the uncommon denominator of most of the Italian entrepreneurs. Bulgari, a jewelry shop that strives to make Tiffany look like a Woolworth counter by comparison, is buried so deep in the Pierre Hotel that no Fifth Avenue window shopper would know it exists. Ferragamo, a shoe salon, is set back from the avenue and not easily spotted by the unknowledgeable. "Most of our customers are celebrities," says Piero Nuti, general manager of Ferragamo. "We seldom see anyone else." Silversmith Ugo Buccellati is happiest when his sales force entertains only two customers a day. Gucci...
...strange thing is JayDee. He's 20 now. I used to babysit for him. One day we found him in Woolworth's cryin. He'd been lost for 20 minutes, and in that time he'd stolen about $18 worth of candy, games and marbles...all stuffed into his pockets. Then he grew...
...next week: before they do, discounts could run to 80%. Then what is left will be auctioned off to other retailers and trade merchandisers. Grant has already vacated its 53-story Manhattan headquarters building. By mid-April, the 70-year-old Grant, once a thundering rival to F.W. Woolworth and S.S. Kresge, could well be no more...
...Wall Street is a few paces long, the aluminum-sheathed prisms of the World Trade Center are 30 feet high, and though you can get on the Staten Island Ferry and feel it shiver under your feet, it can only carry half a dozen riders at a time. The Woolworth Building leans crazily, canted forward like a gothic shed in the wind. Its terra cotta façade has become a wedding cake of writhing mullions and bulging cornices; the windows glow green, and inside in plain view there are people yelling at file clerks, chasing secretaries and munching what...