"the" Mrs. Astor

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Well, at long last I am back to reporting what goes on in a town where fascinating evils that can ruin any weakness abound. This was a shot of the infamous croquet game at the Wickenhammer/Fiorello estate began. It would be pointless to focus in on the peculiarities of the participants, but leave it to say that Alva--in the most New Port, R.I. way--bossed herself around as if she owned the town. Mrs. Stuyestant-Fish countered by filing her plate with enough food to feed Sudan. Fortunately, Alva was off-set by the social magnitude of Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish, who continually engaged her in verbal jousting all day. I decided to play Swiss, and be neutral for the short time I stayed. I was called away by a work emergency and could not stay for the match, itself; but, then, I understand most of the participants couldn't stand for the game, and ended up at Twist. Still, civility, survived (for a day).


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