In this agreeable manner dinner followed dinner, and the consumption of canvasback and terrapin, venison in season, lobster thermidor, and the best champagnes from the bins of S. S. Pierce and Company and Cobb Bates and Yerxa and Wood Pollard and Company, to say nothing of the Niagaras of Lawrence's Medford rum, was phenomenal.
Of course the fair got practically no-where, but it constituted a splendid excuse for getting together in the red plush suites on the second floor of the Vendome. Finally, after a full year had passed, the city fathers began to press for a decision from the learned committee, and, reluctantly, the committeemen reported that they didn't see any future in the fair business. It had taken fifteen dinner meetings of unsurpassed brilliance to reach a negative decision.
It seemed too bad to give up the dinners just because there was to be no fair, and from the original committee the Beacon Society was formed. A few weeks ago it celebrated its 415th dinner meeting at the Algonquin Club, to which it had removed in the nineties, and there is no falling off in the waiting list for members. Boston knows how to make a good thing out of a public committee.
NAMES THAT MAKE NEWS: At the Colony, handsome and dapper Michael Arlen keeping his weekly luncheon date on Friday in the bar with equally handsome and dapper former congressman Joseph Baldwin. Three cocktails each and then the fish of the season.…In the back room of the Plaza, properly morning-coated and Ascot-tied Frank Chapman and his wife, Gladys Swarthout, entertaining at Sunday luncheon for a dozen Metropolitan Opera headliners. …At Bleeck's Artists and Writers in Fortieth Street: Saratoga-commuter Frank Sullivan drinking Irish whiskey with Corey Ford and Kay and Howard Barnes.…At the Baroque, the town's most energetic lady-gourmet, Jeanne Owen, telling the Messrs. Frank and Joseph, the proprietors, all about the délices de sole maison she had had a few months before at the venerable Restaurant Lapérouse in Paris. …At opposite banquettes at Henri Soulé's: Cole and Linda Porter and Noel Coward and Neysa McMein, all looking, just like 1940. …In Fifty-seventh Street, two of the last of the “monocled dudes” of the old tradition: Jack Hines, “the sweet singer of the Yukon,” and James Montgomery Flagg, en route to the opening of the exhibition of Flagg's pictures at the Ferargil Galleries. …In the Biltmore Turkish Baths, Gene Tunney admitting ruefully that in his own personal sweepstakes between dieting and a good digestion, the diet almost inevitably loses out. …
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