Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria was a wilderness of apple trees, fountains, and rearing white chicken-wire horses meant to conjure up the Normandy resort "Deauville, Ville du Cheval." It was time for the biggest party of October in New York, the April in Paris Ball. The 1,400 jewel-hung society folks from all over the U.S. and nearly 100 from Paris jammed into the Waldorf's Grand Ballroom and adjoining suites for a nine-hour blast for four French and American charities. "A gay and brilliant assemblage," said the society reporters next morning. It was indeed. And at one...
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