Just between you and me, Mrs. VanSchmildebank's soiree wasn't quite...correct...was it? Poor dear, and she tries so hard. And all that jewelry! I heard Miss Swanabout say that no one in New York wears anything like that. She's nouveau riche, dear--she just doesn't know any better. Nothing like your reception last month. Simply divine. And your new Rolls is magnificent!
Oh, that reminds me, dear, I had to get one of those new Michigan Driver's Licenses.
A license?
Yes, it's a new requirement for 1919. And you wouldn't believe it, the grubby little clerk in the office there actually had the nerve to ask my age! And--my weight! Can you imagine? Just some...common bookkeeper! I simply MUST tell the editor of the paper about this! Pass me a cucumber sandwich, dear.
