Mr. Astor made a second visit out today for a luncheon hosted by Henrietta for members of the highest society; although Leopoldo had to leave mid-lunch for fatigue, it was good to see him out and about. Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish was otherwise occupied by lecturing a group in The Bowery about abstinence, while champagne was being spilled uptown. She is such a trouper. As for me, I have devoted my time to Mr. Astor as he slowly recovers; actually it is nothing I haven't been doing for over six years.
Of course, Mrs S-F wasn't fooling anyone; her devotion to the alcohol-ed addicted young Latinos in The Bowery was more than off-set by the following article:.
One of the most outrageous examples of enormous wealth, coupled with a profound lack of taste, was at a dinner party thrown by Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish to honor her dog – who arrived sporting a $15,000 [$389,637.70 in today’s dollars!] diamond collar.
To put that kind of money into perspective, while Mrs. Fish’s spoiled pooch wore diamonds, many human Americans wore rags. In 1890, 11 million of the nation’s 12 million families earned less than $1200 per year [$28,818.49 current U.S. dollars]; of this group, the average annual income was $380 [$9,125.85 current U.S. dollars], well below the poverty line.
Well, certainly no one on Miami Beach is living in rags. This is a town on which Gucci and Ferragamo are rags compared to Prada the D Squared. The end is near when Mamie thinks she can--as she says--"fire a salvo across my bustle" and not declare war.