Decked out in the latest in ventilated sports shoes, straw hats with foulard bands, tailored silk suits and open-weave summer shirts, a band of 13 men mushed across the thick carpet in the lobby of Los Angeles' flossy Sheraton-Town House Hotel last week for a three-day meeting.
They planned one day to meet on a palm-shaded lanai in sight of the swimming pool and then, to avoid nosy newsmen, switched with their retinue (five lawyers), like French-farce husbands, from the Atwater Kent Suite to the Mary Martin Suite to the parquet-floored Terrace Room....
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
