Byline: June Weir and Etta Froio, June 1967

People describe her as “cool…pale and golden…elegant…a great horsewoman… queen of today’s society.”
Fashion intellectuals nominate her as one of America’s best dressed year in and year out.
But C.Z.’s at her best as she looks today — casual, comfortable, very contemporary — right up to her newly cropped hair.
“This is the shortest I’ve ever worn my hair, and I’m mad about it,” she says as she sprawls on the blue and white sofa. “I got so sick of my face and my hair, I couldn’t stand it another minute. I went to Norbert and told him to just start cutting…more, more, more. In fact, I had him cut it more the other day.
“Everyone tells me it’s right for me — the Duchess adores it…Truman loves it.” (In C.Z.’s world, it is assumed you know what Duchess, which Truman.)
“I’m sick of long hair…it looks so messy. Do you think those young girls are ever going to pull themselves together? They should. I’m so tired of them looking like shaggy dogs.”
“We go to Saratoga every summer…the town is so lovely and everyone knows everyone. We’re all friends. It’s the last place where you find Real Society…you don’t find people trying to break in.”
Mrs. Guest was the chairman of the “April in Paris” ball for several years… and while she was at the head of this charity ball, it was one of the best of the year.
“But I just retired. I never go to charity parties anymore. The charity ball is so overdone, nobody wants to go anymore. I’d just rather send a check.
“But I know nothing about most of these charities. I don’t know why people have to give their money away anyhow.”
That’s a typical C.Z. statement — direct, honest, natural — and that’s the way Mrs. Guest thinks people should be.
“I’m sick of people being pretentious. All the people trying to get into society are a bunch of phonies.
“The most important thing is for a woman to be natural — that’s the charm of all the attractive people. They say what they believe…do what they want.”