High Life
Fiorello LaGuardia and his clothes stood out in Paris: at a full-blown gala at the Opera he was the only man wearing a business suit. In Geneva, begloved and Homburg-hatted city fathers who greeted him at the airport found him in the shade of a cowboy hat. But playing chess with Tito in Yugoslavia he was the picture of conservative correctness—though, sitting there in long, profound silence, he was not the picture of LaGuardia.
Jock McLean, playful son of famed, diamond-shingled Evalyn, enlivened formal affairs in starchy Newport with his dinner jacket, a...
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