Baron Hubert von Pantz - Toni Peebler - Peter Pennoyer - Ruth Perelman - Emilia Fanjul Pfeifler - Nick Pileggi - Lionel Pincus - Pauline Pitt - Anna Lu Ponti - Dan Ponton - Princess Michael of Kent - Anne Pyne - Eben Pyne.

Baron Hubert von Pantz. Late Austrian bon vivant, husband of Avon Products Terry McConnell, creator (in the 1930s) of Schloss Mittersill, charter member of the international jet set.

Toni Peebler. New York, Sun Valley, Palm Springs, wife of retired advertising tycoon Chuck Peebler, active on certain New York philanthropies such as the Central Park Conservancy.

Peter Pennoyer. Prominent New York architect, author (with Anne Walker) of a book on the architecture of Delano and Aldrich; married to designer Katie Ridder.

Peter Pennoyer
Kristina Stewart and Dan Ponton
Anne Pyne (left)

Ruth Perelman. Wife of Philadelphia businessman, Ray Perelman, mother of tycoon Ron Perelman, former Philadelplhia native who now resides much of the time in Palm Beach.

Emilia Fanjul Pfeifler. Daughter of New York/Palm Beach’s Emilia and Pepe Fanjul, the sugar magnate who also owns, with his brothers, Casa del Campo in the Dominican Republic. Mrs. Pfeifler runs a successful public relations firm here in New York and is active in charity benefits and social life on the New York/Palm Beach axis.

Princess Firyal of Jordan and Lionel Pincus
John Mashek and Pauline Pitt.

Nick Pileggi. Prolific author, screenwriter for both TV and film, producer; long successful marriage to writer/director Nora Ephron; popular couple on the social scene.

Lionel Pincus. Wall Street banker, CEO of Warburg Pincus, another white haired gentleman who looks every inch the patrician that he is, the soft-spoken but powerful Mr. Pincus merged his venture capital, investment and financial consulting firm with the venerable E.M.Warburg Company in 1966 and changed the named to E.M. Warburg Pincus & Co. Since establishing a London office in 1987, the firm expanded to Hong Kong, Seoul, Tokyo, Mumbai, and Beijing. Since 1971 the firm has sponsored ten private equity investments funds with committed capital in excess of $19 billion.

On meeting, Mr. Pincus is a family man who had a long marriage that ended with his wife’s death more than ten years ago. In the last several years he has been the companion of Princess Firyal of Jordan, a Palestinian born former wife of the brother of the late King Hussein. Princess Firyal is one of the most glamorous and interesting women on the international social scene, long a hostess in London and Paris (where she maintains homes) and here in New York, and her presence in Mr. Pincus’ life has added a touch of glamour that he neither previously possessed nor seemed interested in. They are a very popular couple on the social scene.

Pauline Pitt. A member of the George Baker banking (First National City/now Citibank) family, Mrs. Pitt is mother of Serena Boardman and Samantha Boardman Rosen, two of the most popular members of the younger social set here and in Palm Beach. Married for years to Dixon Boardman, she’s resided all her life in Manhattan, Locust Valley, and in Palm Beach. After her divorce from Boardman several years ago she married businessman Bill Pitt who was many years her senior and died after less than two years of marriage.

Anna Lu Ponti. New York based, Italian born jewelry designer.

Dan Ponton. Palm Beach club owner and restaurateur, Mr. Ponton owns Club Colette, one of the most popular private clubs used for dinner dances, wedding receptions, and charity benefits in Palm Beach.

Princess Michael of Kent. Austrian-born wife of Prince Michael of Kent, brother of the Duke of Kent and first cousin of the Queen. The princess who is tall, blonde and royal looking, often visits New York where she is at present preparing for the publication of her book, The Serpent and the Moon, the story of a classic triangle in the once royal house of France, to be published by Simon & Schuster in September.

She was most recently in the news one night a couple of weeks ago where the television mega-mogul Doug Cramer, along with writer Hugh Bush, took her to the movies and then on to dinner at Da Silvano where they were given a prime table.

Prince and Princess Michael of Kent
Silvano’s was rockin’, as Silvano’s often is, being the melting pot of hip and celebrity that it is, and the appearance of British royalty, at least this particular lady, seemed to rustle the vibes. The group at the next table were very loud, and at times grew very louder. Loud enough so that the princess and her friends couldn’t hear the waiter recite the specials. Has that ever happened to you? The people next door are so raucous you can’t hear? And you just want grasp them to your bosom and thank them for loving thy neighbor (and then maybe call in Tony Soprano to make them an offer they can’t refuse)?

Well, that’s what happened to Princess Michael on this night. And with no Tony Soprano in sight. Under the Maytime moon. The waiter twice asked the neighbors if they could pipe down for a sec. Then again, to be fair, at Silvano’s that’s about as reasonable as asking a subway train to pull quietly into the station. Finally, however — and a long however it became — the princess (no doubt not in a wistful mood) put her hand on her neighbors’ table and made a request similar to that of the waiter’s.

By the time the story turned up in the next morning’s tabloids all over the world, that royal hand might as well have been the fist of der Fuhrer shaking the continent of Europe. The neighbors were outraged at the royal effrontery. Pretty Please. Sweetheart. Shortly after, the princess surrendered and asked to be removed to another part of the restaurant, not prime, and even empty at this point (10:30-ish). On her way to Siberia, she was then heard making a comment instantly translated by her (former) neighbors into a racial slur, and instantly duly telephoned (by some enterprising PR person sitting within whispering distance) to a tabloid in search of a headline.

Passing by her neighbors, the princess muttered something about herself now having to “move to the colonies.” Her gracious neighbors heard this as a suggestion that they “move to the colonies.” Esoteric all around, no? “The Colonies” is the British term for “Siberia” in a restaurant. Princess Michael was regretting her own move to “The Colonies,” not the other way around, as was eagerly misinterpreted by her enthusiastically self-styled “Victims.” Suffice to say, she should have kept it to herself.

Personally I don’t believe the princess made a racial slur. At least not in Da Silvano on a Wednesday night in late May. For even if that were her habit (and I don’t know that it is), and even she had felt like it, she’s not stupid enough to make it in public.

In all of this, no one (and certainly no tabloid) ever asked what would have happened had Princess Michael’s neighbors kindly let her and Mr. Cramer and Mr. Bush hear their waiter? So they could order their dinner. In the restaurant. Which of course wouldn’t have made some people’s evening more interesting, and ruined someone else’s. And wouldn’t have made the papers the next morning.

Anne Pyne. New York/old Southampton; novelist/interior designer; daughter of Betty Sherrill, head of the old line decorating firm of McMillen and Company.

Eben Pyne.
Handsome debonair New York businessman, corporate board member and philanthropist, the white-haired, Mr. Pyne looks every inch the patrician that he is, a literary descendent of the worlds of Edith Wharton in yesteryear and Louis Auchincloss today. Member of one of New York society’s oldest families, he grew up in the famous house still standing on the southwest corner of Park Avenue and 69th Street.


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Duff, Patricia

Eaton, Phoebe

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