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...days "twelve good men and true" sat on their benches and listened. Prosecutors snarled at lawyers, lawyers snarled at prosecutors. Bulging briefcases spilled their contents on gleaming tables. People talked about German corporations, champagne parties at the Ritz, a suicide, millions of dollars' worth of stock, thousands of dollars' worth of Liberty bonds, burned bank records, conspiracy. . . . Many times the narrative became incoherent, drowned in a flood of legal monstrosities. . . . Sometimes the twelve jurors had to poke each other to fight sleep...
...royal party drove to the Ritz Hotel, Parisians wondered whether Queen Marie would give audience during her stay in Paris to her eldest son, the abdicated Crown Prince Carol of Rumania, now resident at Paris with his favorite, Mme. Lupescu (TIME, Jan. 18). Her Majesty, astute, kept interest in a possible reconciliation between herself and Carol at fever heat during the week by refusing to affirm or deny that she would...
...celluloid deities. From the horse operas of Mr. Mix one would gain the impression that the only buildings west of the Mississippi were log cabins, that the only inhabitants were cowboys and Indians. And life in New York is really not a beaten track between the Ritz and the night clubs...
Lorelei Lee, as nearly every one knows, is the long-suffering little murderess from Arkansas whom a Mr. Gus Eisman, Chicagoan in the button profession, found in Holly-wood and "educated." Her schoolroom is a suite at the Ritz, her text the Eisman checkbook. The play opens on shipboard, with Lorelei out-golddigging a pair of antique Britishers, what time she snares Henry Spoffard, a Presbyterian playboy from Philadelphia with millions to be diverted from moral uplift to Mr. Cartier's jewelry store. She winds up in Manhattan having a three-day debut party with boys from the Racquet...
...before 150 members of the Art Association in suave Newport, R. I., these words rolled from the lips of suave James W. ("Jimmie") Gerard, ambassador to Germany (1913-17), author of My Four Years in Germany, one of those distinguished personages whom one sees when one dines at the Ritz. Mr. Gerard's remarks were placidly received in the Art meeting, but they sounded harsh to Democrats in the back country, many of whom have been his friends...