The small, snug Berlin flat of Sinclair Lewis was devoted, for the afternoon, to cocktails, beer and tea. The guests, including famed Rosamond (The Miracle) Pinchot, toasted diversely in all three beverages a petite and pretty black-haired woman who would soon be off adventurously to Moscow. She was Dorothy Thompson, the clever, penetrating Berlin correspondent of the New York Evening Post and Philadelphia Public Ledger, which are owned by Sateveposter Cyrus Hermann Kotzschmar Curtis. As she sat, nibbling an olive from the depths of her cocktail, Miss Thompson (divorced) looked pleasantly incapable...
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