New Year's is, traditionally, the season for resolutions. To the essentially urban intelligence, the New Year comes at a period indeterminate in the calendar.
Choosiest and most bedizened of attire and ceremonial of all eating posses in the United States is a gathering of mousse-munchers known as the Confrérie des Chevaliers du Tastevin.
Within a fortnight of the time this issue appears on the newsstands, the thoughts and footsteps of a good many interested and interesting people will be turned toward Denver.
“The little season” of May and June this year gives promise of being more characterized by blue days along the boulevards than any springtime in many years.