Society: Third of the Year

Seven weeks. Zut! The man at Delmonico's wrung his hands. "Usually things like this are planned four or five months ahead," he moaned. But he would try. And right up to two hours before the party started, decorators and caterers struggled to transform the hotel's sedate, continental Crystal Room into a black-and-white striped tent with a "pop-op" decor. Then suddenly the room was filled with 445 stylish, milling guests and the music of Meyer Davis' orchestra. And dancing among them, smiling, shy and lovely, was the person it was all about—Anne Ford, 22,...

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