Atlantic City is not what she used to be. The annual Miss America contest last week was conducted so genteelly, with such oppressive decorum, dignity and délicatesse that many a customer, innocently seeking foofaraw and the stimulating sight of rows of good-looking legs, finally wandered off to drown his disappointment.
The hopeful girls, 33 in all, were held practically incommunicado. (City fathers were sure that the 10,000 soldiers, sailors, Coast Guardsmen in the area were all on the prowl.) The girls were forbidden dates, drinking, smoking, gum-chewing. They could not talk to a...
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