I must clear up a grievous error in communication no doubt caused by ever-present villains surrounding our crumbling society. Never, ever, did I refer to my dear friend to whom I am devoted to like a baby to its big, blue, blanket, Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish as a “…haughty wind bag”. Scurrilous members of the Chinese press--my new/old favorite nemesis, Yellow Peril—twisted my original statement which was, quite simply, “Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish is the social wind we all sail with confidence with in trouble waters.”

We are, indeed, meeting Mr. Astor tonight for cocktails at seven at Twist. Hopefully, many other displaced members of The Ballroom will join us, and I hope to make it a weekly gathering of fine minds.