A bastion of virtue and beauty goes coed
On St. Valentine's Day (heh! heh!), to the strains of All the Way (get it?), a male guest registered and was duly admitted to Manhattan's Barbizon Hotel. In earlier times, last week's ceremony would have been like welcoming a satanic nuncio to St. Patrick's Cathedral. Since its founding in 1927, the Barbizon had been one of the few places in Gomorrah-on-Hudson where a girl could take her virtue to bed and rest assured that it would still be there next morning. As the late Sylvia Plath...
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