In the soft-lighted corners of El Morocco, or in the sun of Southampton Beach, the talk grows nostalgic and just a little pained when someone mentions Angier Biddle Duke. "Somehow," a handsome young person will say, "I always expected something like this from Angie."
In the good old days, Tobacco Heir "Angie" Duke was the favorite of society columnists. At his Southampton estate, playfully known as the Duke Box, Hedy Lamarr and Jimmy Stewart used to rub bronzed elbows with Henry Ford II, and some of Manhattan's tonier artists went swimming with...
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