For at least a decade of her reign as the blonde and vivacious "bless you" darling of sophisticated café society, one of Hildegarde's favorite quips has been: "If the folks at home could only see what has happened to Hildy." Last week the folks were getting their chance. Trouper Hildegarde, a long way from the comfortable coziness of such glamorous old hangouts as the Persian Room of Manhattan's Plaza, was in the midst of a barnstorming tour of 65 one-night stands. Her caravan included her own chauffeur-driven Cadillac, five other sedans for her...
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