Nightclubs: In Old Morocco

To a right-thinking person, an eminent clergyman has said, the place most like Heaven is a crowded streetcar. By these standards, the opening of Manhattan's new El Morocco last week was crowded enough to be Paradise, but with not quite the same crowd that the clergyman had in mind. Sequined, sheathed and chinchillaed, they made up such a jam of international jetters that there was scarcely room for another square-cut diamond. There wasn't room, in fact, for Princess Lee Radziwill to get in the door; the bigger Begum Aga Khan managed it,...

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