At 15th and H Streets in Washington, tall hats and striped trousers, glittering foreign orders and the brightest sparkle of cosmopolitan femininity, used to pass under a broad canopy and up red plush steps to the socially top-loftiest functions in the Capital. It was the Shoreham Hotel, a landmark. Vice Presidents lived at the Shoreham. Presidents waiting for the White House to be evacuated or renovated, stopped at the Shoreham. Diplomats dined and champagne bottles popped, even after Prohibition, at the Shoreham. . . . Last week it was announced that...
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