Far and away the gaudiest reflection in the Manhattan glass of fashion is a ponderous, Prussian-cut, 35-year-old professional Bourbon with a Barrymore profile, a dock-walloper's physique and the lacy name of Lucius Beebe. To the 1,500,000 U. S. newspaper readers reached by his syndicated column, This New York, he is known for tattling in Wardour-Street English on the rococo ructions of some 500 select merry-andrews who frequent such recherché Manhattan pubs as Jack & Charlie's, the Stork Club, El Morocco, etc. To his café-society circle he is an overdressed young man who...
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