Quivering Jewish ire last week faced suave Anglo-Saxon aplomb in the Casino at Deauville, France, focal point of international folly.
Said the man with the ire: "You the guy that edits The Boulevardier and responsible for the dirty cracks taken at me?"
Said the man with aplomb, "Yes, I'm the guy. What about it?"
"Just that!" shouted the man with the ire, planting his left fist on the other's foppish jaw.
The Casino's colorful clientele assembled to separate the pair. Ireful Charles A. Levine, famed passenger, was led away by his bejeweled protégé Miss Mabel Boll.
Editor Erskine Gwynne, the man with aplomb, has a reputation...
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