No magazine prides itself more on the chic, the utter modernity of its readers than Editor Frank Crowninshield's glossy smartchart Vanity Fair. In its blithe, monthly blurbs Vanity Fair pictures its subscribers as impeccably draped ladies and gentlemen in rhomboidal furniture, who sigh with appreciation at the dissonances of Darius Milhaud and will scarcely trouble themselves to look at painting earlier than that of Amadeo Modigliani.
Anxious that the layout and typography of Vanity Fair should be as neoteric as the rest of the magazine, Editor Crownin-shield engaged the services of one...
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