Many of the people who crowded into Manhattan's red candy-striped Embassy Club, where it costs $2.50 for a hamburger, didn't understand a word he sang. But the Sinatra of France, handsome, flaxen-haired Charles Trenet, was a big hit, regardless. In the audience, and clapping hard, were such diverse celebrities as Lana Turner and Leon Henderson. The language of mugging, strutting and rolling the eyes was universal, as Maurice Chevalier discovered before him. After four encores. Fiance's No. i crooner bubbled in French: "In France they understand what I sing. Here they understand me." He took three showers "to calm down."
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