In Boston's Hotel Statler last week enigmatic little Dress Designer Elsa Schiaparelli, about to address the twelfth annual Boston Conference on Distribution, arched her back. "That man," she hissed, "tell him to stop smoking that cigar! The timbre of my voiceI shall not be able to speak." Tiptoeing up to the offending guest, flustered hosts persuaded trust-busting Assistant Attorney General Thurman Arnold to quash his stogie.
Mme. Schiaparelli and Smoker Arnold were not the only bigwigs at Boston's Conference. For twelve years it has studded its two-day conclave programs with big names, from...
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