When the girls of the Folies-Bergère filled out questionnaires for the benefit of the American press, many listed their measurements as 90-60-90. Mere reporters have seldom been entrusted with information of such magnitude. But with a second long look, they realized that the girls were only thinking in centimeters.
That about says it for the Folies-Bergère: in one sense, it promised to be the biggest bust in memory, and in another it is. The French revue of flesh and spectacle opened last week in Manhattan. Even beforehand, Peeping Toms began to swarm and...
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