I Lost My English Accent was a runaway. This hasn't quite the punch -- is better taken in small doses, for at a sitting one gets too much of his diagnosis, descriptions, diatribes on New York cafe society. With poison pen he says what he thinks of the boys and girls, their pranks, publicity, famous characters, places, reporters, columnists, snobspot owners and night-lifers. He comes to the defense of Brenda Frazier, talks of debutantes and the Glamour Girl competition, of foreign nobility, of night life of the subway set and how it differs from the gilded circles. Plenty of dope on the Stork Club, E1 Morocco, 21 etc. Cross section (sometimes very cross) of what makes the Reds see Red. Not unfunny, but pretty smart alecky. For the gossip hound.