That pack of dim, layabout, billionaire playboys, the Tracy Brothers are out and about to celebrate their big brother’s birthday in style.
The Place to Be Seen
Everybody who is anybody has it marked on their calendar as
the event of the season. Forget The Oscars, The Met Gala, the Presidential
Ball, mere tedious functions. Tonight is the night that the rich and the
beautiful come to spend their youth like pennies.
It is the night when once a year, that shadow across the
pages of the gossip columns, that most eligible of eligible bachelors, that eldest
son of the third richest man in the world, emerges into the light, so his four –
equally rich, equally handsome, equally rambunctious brothers – can throw him a
birthday party the world will never forget.
If you’re not invited, well darling, I’m afraid you’re not
In previous years it has been in a great, glimmering
undersea dome, reached only by bathosphere. It has been held among sparking
electrics and luminescent neons in the hull of a great rusted ship. It’s been
held in full masquerade in a filigree castle in the Swiss Alps, when every
guest was flown there personally in an aircraft decked out like a pumpkin carriage.