Tootsie's Golden

Never coy, U.S. corporations like to mark their milestones of progress with extravagant shindigs. Last week such a one took place in the gilded grand ballroom of Manhattan's swank Hotel Pierre. At a bib-&-tuckered buffet and ball, some 600 guests got cigarets from three leggy Conover models (who were paid $15 an hour), plucked boutonnieres from the bosom of a blonde model wearing little more than flowers, danced to a rhumba band, drank quarts of Scotch, finally went home in specially provided hansom cabs. The occasion: the soth anniversary of Tootsie Rolls.

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