HOLLYWOOD: The Life of the Senses

Below her high-piled, Gibson-girl hairdo, her smile was beatific as the flashbulbs flared like the big guns off Iwo on D-plus-one. For the moment, only the desperate waitresses in the main cabaret of Las Vegas' Tropicana Hotel seemed to realize that visiting Cinemactress Elizabeth Taylor was not the star of the show. "What can I serve you in the way of triples?" they asked, as they tried to turn the customers' minds back to the main business of the house. "You'll need three drinks to use up your minimum, and I can't serve...

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