It was almost like the good old days again, when everybody but the poor was rich, when King George V sat respectably on his throne, and his dashing son the Prince of Wales (now Duke of Windsor) toppled off horses from Aldershot to Dockenfield. Mayfair was afire with the glitter of bright lights, seductive scents hung heavy on the air, and the stillness of spring nights was shattered by the popping of champagne corks. Despite repeated government warnings to tighten all belts, London last week was in the giddy midst of the most extravagant...
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