In the sumptuously chic offices of the Condé Nast Publications in Manhattan a birthday was celebrated this week. It was the 50th anniversary of Vogue, a brilliantined 35¢ slick devoted to expensive living and women's fashions. Off the presses came a fat issue reviewing five decades of styles.
"Baths Every Week." Vogue was not always strictly a woman's magazine. Born in the '90s, it was at first a thin, snobbish weekly beamed at socialites and full of socialite-weight stuff. One early issue, peering snootily over its lorgnette, inquired: "Now that the masses take baths...
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