Dorothy Thompson and a buxom blonde Naziphile met on a sidewalk outside Manhattan's Café Royal, favorite downtown haunt of Jewish actors, writers, professionals. Inside, Columnist Thompson had been sitting with Austrian Refugee Economist Dr. Gustav Stolper. The anonymous blonde, laden with jewels and alcohol, had entered with an anonymous escort. "Heil Hitler!" barked the blonde presently. Nothing happened. Followed more heiling, loud comments on Jewish cooking. Followed the ejection of the blonde by the management. Followed Columnist Thompson.
"There was that damned hyena . . . this intoxicated harridan, waiting for the first...
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