Boulevardier

Quivering Jewish ire last week faced suave Anglo-Saxon aplomb in the Casino at Deauville, France, focal point of international folly.

Said the man with the ire: "You the guy that edits The Boulevardier and responsible for the dirty cracks taken at me?"

Said the man with aplomb, "Yes, I'm the guy. What about it?"

"Just that!" shouted the man with the ire, planting his left fist on the other's foppish jaw.

The Casino's colorful clientele assembled to separate the pair. Ireful Charles A. Levine, famed passenger, was led away by his bejeweled protege Miss Mabel Boll.

Editor Erskine Gwynne, the man with aplomb, has a reputation for picaresque adventure. His encounter with Bride Peggy Hopkins Joyce (TIME, May 7) called attention to the fact that he is the expatriate nephew of the late Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt, that his collegiate witticism undeniably sets the tone for his publishing venture, The Boulevardier. This magazine appears monthly, is written in English and provides the Parisian public with reading matter substantially equivalent to an informal combination of Town Topics and The New Yorker. Aping particularly the spirit of the last-named, it is not written for the old lady in Choisy-le-Bec. In addition to a wealth of personal comment the August issue contains such artificial features as a travel directory entitled "How To Get Out of Here" and a blithe, suggestive account of a bogus "International Gigolos Convention."

On page 25 appear facsimiles of the two trumped-up telegrams which presumably caused Airman Levine's discomfiture. Purporting to have been sent to "Lady Lindy" Earhart, they read as follows: EARHART BURRY WALES (DEFERRED) CONGRATULATIONS LEVINE

MISS EARHART STULTZ GORDON BURRY BASIN WALES (COLLECT) IF YOU NEED IT ANY NEW SUITS SEE MY FRIENDS JULES ROSENWEIN AND MOE EINSTEIN PETTICOAT LANE STOP MENTION MY NAME STOP FIRST CLASS GOODS STOP YOU CANT GO WRONG STOP

CHARLES A LEVINE