Edwin L. James is a more than potent correspondent. From his sunny, second floor office on the Rue de la Paix he directs the Paris bureau of the New York Times. He is pungent, direct, slangyand yet he loves nice things. For example he has a penchant for sheer shirts of purest silk embroidered: "E. L. J." Recently stocky dynamic Correspondent James threw his shirts together in Paris and set out for Rome.
Even a great Correspondent must begin by taking his bearings. Therefore the first column and a half cabled by Mr. James was a bright, bedtimish story about...
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