Around a purple-covered table in the New York Athletic Club gathered last fortnight as improbable a collection of international oddities as Hollywood ever cinematically juxtaposed in a European hotel or an ocean liner. Their names were Soussa, Ankrom, Tiedtke, Lee, Deardorff, Lagache, Robyns and Zaman. They were, respectively, an Egyptian painter, Detroit barber, German hotel clerk, U. S. swimming champion, St. Louis secretary, Parisian stockbroker, Amsterdam diamond merchant and one-eyed Antwerp insurance salesman. Few of them spoke English. The difference in tongues did not confuse them in the least. They had met,...
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