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This page contains **"Mrs. Pep's Diary,"** a satirical society column by Baird Leonard dated February 6-7. The diary mocks upper-class social rituals and pretensions—describing elaborate luncheons, fashionable clothing, and frivolous conversation among wealthy New Yorkers. The cartoon at bottom depicts a **board meeting** where a chairman announces: "Then it is decided, gentlemen, to use Lily cups at the office water cooler." The satire targets corporate bureaucracy and absurd decision-making—suggesting executives waste time debating trivial matters (water cup choices) with excessive formality, treating minor office details as significant business decisions requiring formal votes. Both pieces mock American class pretension and institutional inefficiency through exaggeration.

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Fesruary 6.—This morn- ing Samuel, who is read- Baird ing “The Untold Story,” 1 did tell me that at last in Leonard Isadora Duncan he had found a woman more extravagant than I, 0 I did not deem it a suitable time to mention the Queen Anne table which I purchased yesterday, but merely remarked that I was obliged to grant something to Isadora for always being able, even when reduced to a crust of bread, to contrive a bottle of champagne with which to wash it down. To a great luncheon at Lydia Loomis’s, where we talked of many things, in especial how some people with apartments on the East River will point out, after a cocktayle or two, that the view is like Venice, but I should indeed like to live there myself, for I shall never forget, when lunching at Miss Marbury’s, the fascination of the boat stacks’ lazing by outside the dining-room windows. Afterwards up town to get some of the by Life Ir splendid new caviar which Effie Goings has discovered at half the price of Beluga, calling pleasantly to mind the card ac- companying Agnes Smith’s handsome Christmas present to me, “I am sending you this because nobody ¢an posisbly say, ‘O drat it! I've got some caviar.’” Home betimes, reading in Alain-Fournier’s “The Wanderer,” one of the few books of our time certain of endurance, and then did on my new flat crepe evening dress which is so much longer behind than before that I feel swaybacked, and forth to dine at the Hemingways off clear soup, whitebait with oyster crabs, guinea hen, vegetables, salad, etc., and brave mountains of vanilla ice cream heaped with fresh strawberries, nor could I cat a bite of any of it, feel- ing squeamish in the stomach, but Sam, of course, did remark my ability to down two glasses of champagne. To cards afterwards, and with great good fortune through using the new Vanderbilt club convention, which, for the purpose of record is this: An original declarer with three quick tricks bids one club, regard- less of his holding in that suit. If his partner has two quick tricks, he uses his judgment as to his declaration. If he have not the two quick tricks, he bids one diamond, allowing the original bidder to take himself out if the opponents have not spoken, Fesruary 7.—Breakfasted betimes on fruit compote covered with French dressing and a crumpet, and then had in my ser- vant Florence, threatening her with legal proceedings if she ever again suspends a garment-hanger from the sconces by my bureau. To a public to meet Fifi Fitler, who had been seeing some people off for the Bahamas, and we did mark the futil- ity of saying farewell to bon voyagers on either trains or boats, not only because of the waste of time and discomfort, but because of the vacuity of the conversation which inevitably prevails on both sides, and I did tell her how John Golden, the theatrical manager, obliged to see an English actor to his ship, had remarked, merely for conversation’s sake, that he was reading a book called “The House of a Thousand Candles,” whereto the English- man had absently responded, “Dear me! (Continued on page 28) ert stide | row & Tue Cuamman: Then it is decided, gentlemen, to use Lily cups at the office water cooler. comicbooks.com