Less remembered are her return visits to the club, in 1955 and 1958 — making the article republished below (shared thanks to the generosity of the Crees Collection!) a delightful read. The clippping, while not dated and sourced, is likely a later recounting by journalist and wit Nancy Spain of her introduction to, and for, Dietrich in 1955.
MY evening out with Marlene
Dietrich began when the Café de Paris — London's glittery night-spot — came on
the telephone and said, ‘We’d like you to introduce Miss Dietrich on Wednesday.
Douglas Fairbanks does it on Monday . . . Helen Hayes, the first lady of the
American theatre, on the Tuesday . . .' And I began to babble incoherently.
How would you feel if you were
suddenly to come face to face with The Legend, the Top Girl of the movies for
the last twenty years, the woman to whom author Ernest Hemingway always takes
his manuscripts for literary approval, the most glamorous woman in the world?
And now, let alone coming face to face with her, I was to introduce her to a
crowd of the celebrated and near celebrated, the distinguished and near
distinguished who go to make up the clientele at the Café de Paris. ‘You may
bring two friends,’ they told me.