Florence Kathryn Lewis, a plump, soft-voiced young woman of 25, sat tensely blowing smoke at a mystery thriller in her suite in Manhattan's swank St. Regis Hotel one day last week. Born in dingy Panama, Ill., she had grown up as the daughter of a rising young union official in Springfield. By the time she was ready, her still rising father had been able to send her to the Kirk School in Bryn Mawr, Pa., then on to Bryn Mawr College. But college seemed dull after living with her dynamic father and...
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