In the chandelier-hung Cotillion Room of Manhattan's Hotel Pierre, 250 diners listened happily (some a little fuzzily) to Singer Margaret Scott. She sang three songs and two encores. Among the calla lilies and white leather banquettes, the only wartime note was a scattering of well-pressed uniforms. Then the blonde chanteuse started to sing Lili Marlene.
Lady Doverdale, middle-aged U.S. widow of a British title, sat at one of the white banquettes. With her was middle-aged Socialite Mary Hoyt Wiborg. When they heard the song, they hissed. Between hisses, they cried "No!" "Nazi!" "Don't...