Among the dimly lit midnight blue and rose appointments of London's newest and most expensive nightclub, the "Orchid Room," a middle-aged Briton swayed slightly in his chair, comfortably close to a bucket of champagne. From time to time he would wave vaguely at a French girl warbling seductively in the spotlight. "Vive la France!" he pronounced with dignity, "Vive la France!"
In London last week tired businessmen in nightclubs were once more coming into their own. Gone were the dashing, uniformed bucks with money to burn, the outrageous prices and the pseudo-Cuban bands which jangled jungle rhythms during the hectic war years....
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