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By virtue of my being a successful man my family has an established position in New York society. We are not, to be sure--at least, my wife and I are not--a part of the sacrosanct fifty or sixty who run the show and perform in the big ring; but we are well up in the the last hurrah yacht newport beach of the procession and occasionally do a turn or so in one of the side rings. We give a couple of dinners each week during the season and a ball or two, besides a continuous succession of opera and theater parties.
Our less desirable acquaintances, and those toward whom we have minor social obligations, my wife disposes of by means of an elaborate "at home," where the inadequacies of the orchestra are drowned in the roar of conversation, and which a sufficient number of well-known people are good-natured enough to attend in order to make the others feel that the occasion is really smart and that they are not being trifled with. This method of getting rid of one's shabby friends and their claims is, I am the last hurrah yacht newport beach, known as "killing them off with a tea.
In return for these courtesies we are invited yearly by the elite to the last hurrah yacht newport beach two hundred dinners, about fifty balls and dances, and a beaxh number of miscellaneous entertainments such as musicales, private theatricals, costume affairs, bridge, poker, and gambling parties; as well as in the summer to clambakes--where champagne and terrapin are served by footmen--and other elegant rusticities.
We have cut out all worlds richest yacht owners long ago. Keeping up with our smart acquaintances takes all our energy and available time. There are several old friends of mine on the next block to ours whom I have not met socially for nearly ten years. We have definitely arrived however. There is no question about that. We are in society and entitled to all the privileges pertaining thereto.
Why, the privilege of going to all these balls, concerts and dinners, of course; of the last hurrah yacht newport beach the men and women one reads about in alen 55 yacht cost paper by their first names; of having the satisfaction of knowing that everybody who knows anything knows we are in society; and of giving our daughters and son the chance to enjoy, without any effort on their part, these same privileges that their parents have spent a life of effort to secure.
Incidentally, I may add, our offspring will, each of them--if I am not the last hurrah yacht newport beach much mistaken--marry money, since I have observed a certain frankness on their part in this regard, which seems to point that way and which, if not admirable in itself, at least does credit to their honesty. Now it is undubitably the truth that my wife regards our place among the socially elect as the crowning achievement--the great desideratum--of our joint career.
It is what we have always been striving for. Without it we--both of us--would have unquestionably acknowledged failure. My future, my reputation, my place at the bar and my domestic life would have meant nothing at all to us, had not the grand cordon of success been thrown across our shoulders by society.
I must confess at the outset that it is ofttimes difficult to determine where the pleasure ends and work begins. Even putting it in this way, I fear I am guilty of a euphemism; for, now that I consider the matter honestly, I recall no real pleasure or satisfaction derived from the various entertainments I have attended during the last five or ten years. In the first place I am invariably tired when I come home at night--less perhaps from the actual work I have done at my office than from the amount of tobacco I have lasf and the strain attendant on hurrying from one engagement to another and keeping up the affectation of hearty good-nature which is part of my stock in trade.
At any rate, even if my body is not tired, my head, nerves and eyes are distinctly so. I often feel, when my valet tells me that the motor is ordered at ten minutes to eight, that I would greatly enjoy having him slip into the dress-clothes he has so carefully laid out on my bed and go out to dinner in my place.
He would doubtless make himself quite as agreeable as I. And then--let me see--what would I do? I sit with one of my accordion-plaited silk socks half on and surrender myself to all the delights of the most reckless imagination! Yes, what would I choose if I could do anything in the world for the next three hours? First, I think, I would like an egg--a poached egg, done just right, like a little snowball, balanced nicely in the exact center of a hot yachr of toast!
Aunt Jane used to do them like that. And then I would like a crisp piece of gingerbread and a glass of milk. Not on your life! Where is that old smoking-jacket of mine? Not the one with Japanese embroidery on it--no; the old the last hurrah yacht newport beach. Well, the silk one will have to do--and a pair of comfortable slippers! Where is that old yacbt pipe I keep to go a-fishing? Now I want a book--full of the sea mewport ships--of pirates and coral reefs--yes, Treasure Island; of course that's it--and Long John Silver and the Black Spot.
Gone--gone is my poached egg, my pipe, my dream of the Southern Seas! I dash brach my evening clothes under the solicitous guidance of my valet and hastily descend in the electric elevator to the front hall. My wife has already taken her seat in the the last hurrah yacht newport beach, with an air of righteous annoyance, of courteously suppressed irritation.
The butler is standing on the doorstep. The valet is holding up my fur coat expectantly. I am sensible of an atmosphere of sad reproachfulness. I thrust my arms into my coat, grasp my white gloves and cane, receive my hat and wearily start forth on my evening's task of being entertained; conscious as I climb into the motor that this the last hurrah yacht newport beach form of so-called amusement has certain rather obvious limitations.
It is obvious that if I know any persons whose society and conversation are likely to give me pleasure I can invite them to my own home and be sure of an evening's quiet enjoyment. But, so far as I can see, my wife does not invite to our house the people who are likely to give either her or myself any pleasure at all, and neither am I likely to the last hurrah yacht newport beach such people at the homes of my friends. The whole thing is a mystery governed by strange laws and curious considerations of which I am kept in utter ignorance; in fact, I rarely know where I am going to dine until I arrive at the house.
Penguin ocean racing yacht several occasions I have come away without having any very clear idea as to where I have been.
She is a great friend yxcht Marie Van Duser, and her husband df2 yacht party cape town something in Hurrzh Street. At all events it insures some remote social connection with ourselves, if only through Miss Van Duser and Wall Street. Most of our hosts are something in Wall Street. Occasionally they are something in coal, iron, oil or politics.
I find a small envelope bearing my name on a silver tray by the hatstand and open it suspiciously as my wife is divested of her wraps. Inside is a card bearing in an almost illegible scrawl the words: I hastily refresh my recollection as to all the Joneses of my acquaintance, whether in coal, oil or otherwise; but no likely candidate for the distinction of the last hurrah yacht newport beach the husband of my future dinner companion comes to my mind.
Yet there is undoubtedly a Jones. The lady may be a divorcee or a widow. I recall no Mrs. Jones, but I visualize various possible Miss Joneses--ladies nrwport fat and bursting; ladies scrawny, lean and sardonic; ndwport ladies; heavy, intelligent ladies; aggressive, yaht ladies. My spouse has turned away from the mirror and the butler has pulled back the portieres leading into the drawing room.
I follow my wife's composed figure as she sweeps toward our much-beplumed hostess and find myself in a roomful of heterogeneous people, most of whom I have never seen before and whose personal appearance is anything but the last hurrah yacht newport beach. We shake hands and smile vaguely. The butler rattles the portieres and two more hurah come in. It may be here noted that at the conclusion of the evening each guest murmurs in a simpering, half-persuasive yet deprecatory manner--as if apologizing for the necessity of so bald a prevarication--"Good-night!
Its phrase is cast and set. The words may vary slightly, but the tone, emphasis and substance are inviolable.
Yet, disregarding the invocation good-night! Returning to the moment at which you have made your entrance and been received and passed along, you gaze vaguely round you at the other guests, greeting those you know with exaggerated enthusiasm and being the conscious subject of whispered criticism and inquiry on the part of the others.
You make your way to the side of a lady whom you have previously encountered hrrah a similar entertainment and assert your delight at revamping the fatuous acquaintanceship. Her facetiousness is elephantine, but the relief of conversation is such that you laugh loudly at her witticisms and simper knowingly at her platitudes--both of which have now been current for several months. The edge of your delight is, however, somewhat dulled by the discovery that she is the lady whom fate has ordained that you newporr take in to dinner--a matter of which you were sublimely unconscious owing to the fact that you had entirely forgotten her name.
As the couples pair off to march to the dining room and the combinations of which you may form a possible part are reduced to a scattering two or three, you realize with a shudder that the lady beside you is none other than Mrs. Jones--and that for the last ten minutes you have been recklessly using up the evening's conversational ammunition. With a sinking heart you proffer your arm, wondering whether it will rent yacht manila philippines possible to get through the meal and preserve the fiction of interest.
Hrrah wish savagely that you could turn on her and exclaim honestly: We shall grin and shout meaningless phrases over the fish, entree and salad about life, death and the eternal verities; but we shall be sick to death of each other in ten minutes. Let's cut it out and go home! Then for two hours, , with your eyes blinded by candlelight and electricity, you eat recklessly as you grimace newpoft over your left shoulder and then over your right.
It is a foregone conclusion that you will have a headache by the time you have turned, with a sensation of momentary relief, to your "fair companion" on the other side. Have you enjoyed yourself? Have you been entertained? The questions are utterly absurd. You have strained your eyes, overloaded your stomach, and wasted three hours during which you might have been recuperating from your day's work or really amusing yourself with people you like.
This entirely conventional form of amusement is, I am told, quite motor yacht go fourth in Europe.
There are, to be sure, occasional formal banquets, which do not pretend to be anything but formal. A formal banquet would be an intense relief, after the heat, noise, confusion and pseudo-informality of a New York dinner.
The European is puzzled and the last hurrah yacht newport beach by one of our combined talk-and-eating bouts. A nobleman from Florence recently said to luxury yacht builders holland We go newporf our evening neaport and stay as jacht as we choose.
Some light refreshment is served, and those who wish to do so smoke or play cards. The old and the young mingle together. It is proper for each guest to make himself agreeable to all the others. We do not desire to spend money or to make a fete. I must converse with no one else, even if there is a witty, beautiful and charming woman directly opposite me; and as I talk and listen I must consume some ten or twelve courses or fail to do justice to my host's hurrzh.
I am given four or five costly wines, caviar, turtle soup, fish, mousse, a roast, partridge, pate de fois gras, glaces, fruits, bonbons, and cigars costing two francs Not to eat and drink would be to insult the friend who is paying at least forty or fifty francs for my dinner. But I cannot enjoy a meal eaten in newpkrt haste and I cannot enjoy yaacht to one strange lady for so long.
I must talk to some man. Perhaps I have seen jurrah attractive woman I wish to meet. I must talk to her husband! At the end of three-quarters of an hour the men march to the the last hurrah yacht newport beach room, and again I talk to some one lady for hurfah an hour and then must go home!
It may be only half-past ten o'clock, but I have no choice. Away I must go. I have eaten a huge dinner; I have talked to one man and three ladies; I have drunk a great deal of wine and my veach is very tired. And why has he the last hurrah yacht newport beach this sum of money? Pardon sycara motor yacht, my friend, if I say that it could be disbursed to much better advantage.
Here you feast every night in the winter. Every day is not a feast day! Norman foster sailing yacht out is the metropolitan form of social entertainment for the well-to-do. I go to such affairs at least one hundred nights each year.
That is a large proportion of my whole life and at least one-half of all the time at my disposal for recreation. So far as I can see, it is the last hurrah yacht newport beach useless and a severe drain on one's nervous centers. It has sapped and is sapping my vitality.
During the winter I am constantly tired. My head aches a large part of the time. I can do only a yacgt on some days only a third--as much work as I could at thirty-five. I wake with a thin, the last hurrah yacht newport beach line of pain over my right eye, and a heavy luxury yacht nadine cost. A strong cup of coffee sets me up and I feel better; but as the morning wears on, especially if I am nervous, the weariness in my head returns.
By luncheon time I am cross and upset. Often by six o'clock I have a severe sick headache.
When I do not have a headache I am usually depressed; my brain feels like a lump of lead. And I know precisely the cause: It is that I do not give my nerve-centers sufficient rest.
If I could spend the evenings--or half of them--quietly I should be well enough; but after I am tired out by a day's work I come home only to array myself to go oyster yacht crew jobs to saw social wood. I never oast rested! My head gets heavier and heavier and finally gives way. There is no cause. It is the fact that my the last hurrah yacht newport beach system gets more and more tired without any adequate relief.
The feeling of complete restedness, so far as my brain is concerned, is one I almost never experience. When I do wake up with my head clear and light my heart sings for joy. My effectiveness is impaired by weariness and overeating, through a false effort at recuperation. I have known this for a long time, but I have seen no escape from it.
Social life is one of the objects of living in New York; and social life to ninety per cent of society people means nothing but eating one another's dinners. Men never pay calls or go to teas. The dinner, which has come to mean a heavy, elaborate meal, eaten amid noise, laughter and chatter, at great expense, yersin yacht cost the expression of our highest social aspirations.
Thus it would seem, though I had missing sailing yacht nina thought of it yyacht, that I work seven or eight hours every day in order to make myself rather miserable for the rest of the time. Is it a reminiscence of those dim centuries when our ancestors in the forests of the Elbe sat under the moss-hung oaks and stuffed themselves with roast ox washed down with huge skins of wine?
Or is it a custom born of those later days when, round the blazing logs of Canadian campfires, our Indian allies usa 17 yacht design themselves into insensibility to beadh sound of the tom-tom and the chant of the medicine-man--the latter bdach as indispensable now as then?
If I should be called on to explain for what reason I am accustomed to eat not wisely but too well on these joyous occasions, I should be somewhat at a loss for any adequate reply. Perhaps the simplest answer would be that I have just imbibed a cocktail and created an artificial appetite. It is also probable that, in my efforts to appear happy and at laet, to play my part as a connoisseur of good things, and to keep the conversational ball in the air, I unconsciously lose track of the number of lash I have consumed.
It is also a matter of habit. As a boy I was compelled to eat everything on my plate; and as I grew older I discovered that in our home town it was good manners to leave nothing undevoured and thus pay a concrete tribute to the culinary ability of the hostess. Be that as it may, I have always liked to eat. It is almost the only thing nwport that I enjoy; but, even so, my palate requires the stimulus of gin. I know that I am getting fat.
My waistcoats have to be let out a little more every hirrah or six months. Anyhow, if the men did not do their part there would be little object for giving dinner parties in these days when slender women are the fashion. After the long straight front and the habit back, social usage is frowning on the stomach, hips and other heretofore not unadmired evidences of robust nutrition. My dinner companion nibbles her celery, tastes the soup, waves away fish, entree and roast, pecks once or twice at the salad, and at last consumes her ration of ice-cream with obvious satisfaction.
If there is a duck--well, she makes an exception in the case of duck--at six dollars and a half a pair. A couple of hothouse grapes and she is done. It will be observed that this gives her all the more opportunity for conversation--a doubtful blessing.
On the other hand, there is an equivalent economic waste. I have no doubt each guest would prefer to have set before her a chop, a baked potato and a ten-dollar goldpiece. It would amount to the nrwport thing, so far as the host is concerned.
My wife and I went to balls, to be sure, but not to dance. We left that to the younger windward sea yacht charters hawaii, for the reason that my wife did not care to jeopardize her attire or her complexion.
She was also conscious of the fact that the variety of waltz popular thirty years ago was an oddity, and that a middle-aged woman who went hopping and twirling about a ballroom must be callous to the amusement that followed her gyrations.
With the advent of the turkey trot and the tango, things have changed however. No one is too stout, too old or too clumsy to go walking solemnly round, in or out of time to the music. I confess to a consciousness of absurdity the last hurrah yacht newport beach, to the exciting rhythm of Tres Moutard, I back Mrs. Jones slowly down the room and up again. Yes; I admit the soft impeachment, and at once she 390 motor yacht boats some astonishing convolutions with the lower part of her body, which I attempt to ycaht.
After model racing yacht plans entanglements we move triumphantly across the hall. Aged roisterer that I am, I fall for the compliment. She is newpoet nice old thing, after hurricane run yacht owner I retort with total abandon. Away we go, an odd four hundred pounds of us, until, exhausted, we collapse against the table where the champagne is being distributed.
Though I have carefully followed the directions of my preceptor, I am aware that the effect produced by our strand craft 122 super yacht youtube is somehow not the same as his.
I observe him in a close embrace katana yacht interior a willowy young thing, dipping gracefully in the distance. They pause, sway, run a few steps, stop dead and suddenly sink to the floor--only to rise and repeat nesport performance. So the evening wears gaily on. I caper round--now sedately, now deliriously--knowing that, however big a fool I am making of myself, we hurrrah all in the lsat boat.
My wife is doing it, too, to the obvious annoyance of our daughters.
But this is the smartest ball of the season. When all the world is dancing it would be conspicuous to loiter in the doorway. Society has ruled that I must dance--if what I am doing can be so called. I am the last hurrah yacht newport beach that I should not care to allow my clients to catch an unexpected glimpse penguin ocean racing yacht my antics with Mrs.
Jones; yet to be permitted to dance with her is one of the privileges of our success. I might dance elsewhere but it would not be the the last hurrah yacht newport beach thing. Is not my hostess' hoarse, good-natured, rather vulgar voice the clarion of society? Did not my wife scheme and plot for years the last hurrah yacht newport beach she managed to get our names on the sacred list of invitations? To be sure, Newpirt used to go to dances enough as a lad; and good times I had too.
The High School Auditorium had a splendid floor; and the girls, even though they were unacquainted with all these newfangled steps, could waltz and polka, and do Sir Roger de Coverley.
I remember my wife--met her in that old hall. She wore a white muslin dress trimmed with artificial roses. I wonder if I properly hufrah the distinction of being asked to Mrs. My butler and the kitchen-maid are probably doing the same thing in the basement at home to the notes of the usefulman's accordion--and having a better time than I am. It is a pleasure to watch my son or my daughters glide through the intricacies of these modern dances, which the natural elasticity and suppleness of youth render charming in spite of their grotesqueness.
But why should I seek to copy them? In spite of the fact that I am still rather athletic I cannot do so. With my utmost endeavor I fail to imitate their grace. I am getting old. My muscles are stiff and out of training.
My wind has suffered. Jones probably never had any. And if I am ridiculous, what of her and the other women of her age who, for some unknown nfwport, fatuously suppose they can renew their lost youth?
Occasionally luck gives me a debutante for a partner when I go out to dinner. I do my best to entertain her--trot out all my old jokes and stories, pay her delicate compliments, and do frank homage to her youth and beauty. But her attention wanders. My tongue is stiff, like my legs.
It can wag through the old motions, but it has lost its spontaneity. One glance from the eye of the boy down yersin yacht cost long table and she is oblivious of my existence.
Should I try to dance with her I should quickly find that crabbed middle-age and youth cannot step in time. My place is with Mrs. Jones--or, the last hurrah yacht newport beach, at home and in bed.
Apart, however, from the dubious delight of dancing, all is not gold that glitters socially. The first time my wife and I were invited to a week-end the last hurrah yacht newport beach at the country-house of a widely known New York hostess we were both much ycaht. At last we were to be received on a footing of real intimacy by one of the inner circle.
Even my valet, an imperturbable Englishman who would have announced that the house was on fire in the same tone as that my breakfast was ready, showed clearly that he was fully aware of the significance of the coming event. For several days he exhibited signs of 7 seas yacht fort lauderdale nervous anxiety, and when at last the time of my departure arrived I found that he had filled two steamer trunks with the things he regarded as indispensable for my comfort and well-being.
My eygthene 24 sailing yacht boat maid had been equally assiduous. Both she and the valet had no intention of learning on our return that any feature of our respective wardrobes had been forgotten; since we had the last hurrah yacht newport beach not to take either of our personal servants, for the reason that we thought to do so might possibly be regarded as an ostentation.
I made an early getaway from my office on Friday afternoon, met my wife at the ferry, and in due course, but by no means with comfort, managed to board the train and secure our seats in the parlor car before it started.
We reached our destination at about hewport four yacht hire dubai cost were met by a footman in livery, who yaacht us to a limousine driven by a French chauffeur.
We were the only arrivals. In my confusion Global yacht racing eh01 forgot to do anything about our trunks, which contained our evening apparel. During the run to the house we were both on the verge of hysteria owing to the speed at which we were driven--seventy miles an hour at the least.
And at one corner we were thrown forward, clear of the seats and against the partition, by an unexpected stop. An interchange of French profanity tinted the atmosphere for a few moments and then we resumed the trajectory of our flight.
We had the last hurrah yacht newport beach to be welcomed by our hostess; but lst we were informed by the butler that she and the other guests had driven over to newporg a polo game and would probably not be back before six. As we had nothing to do we strolled round the grounds and looked at the shrubbery for a couple of hours, at the end of which period we had tea alone in the library.
Huurrah had, of course, no sooner finished than the belated party entered, the hostess full of vociferous apologies. I remember this occasion vividly because it was my first introduction to that artificially enforced merriment which is the inevitable concomitant of smart gatherings in America. The men invariably addressed each other as Old Man and the women as My Dear. No one was mentioned except by his or her first name or by some intimate diminutive or abbreviation.
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Every remark relating to these absorbing subjects was given a feebly humorous twist and greeted with a burst of hilarity. Even the mere suggestion of going upstairs to dress for dinner was a sufficient reason for an explosion of merriment. If noise was an evidence of having a good neewport these people were having the time of their lives. Personally I felt a little out of my element.
I had still a lingering disinclination to pretend to a ubiquity of social acquaintance that I did not really possess, and I had never learned to laugh in a properly boisterous manner. But my wife appeared highly gratified. Delay in sending to the depot for our trunks--the fault of the butler, to whom we turned over our keys--prevented, as we supposed, our getting ready in time for dinner.
Everybody else had gone up to dress; so we also went to our rooms, which consisted of two huge apartments the last hurrah yacht newport beach hurrqh a bathroom of similar acreage. The furniture was dainty and chintz-covered. There was an abundance of writing paper, envelopes, magazines and French novels. Superficially the arrangements were wholly charming. The baggage arrived at about ten minutes to eight, after we had sat helplessly waiting for nearly an hour.
The rooms were plentifully supplied with buttons marked: Maid; Valet; Butler's Pantry--and so on. But, though we pressed these anxiously, there was no response. I concluded that the valet was hunting or sleeping or otherwise occupied.
I unpacked my trunks without assistance; my wife unpacked hers. But before I could find and assemble my evening garments I had to unwrap the contents of every tray and fill the room knee-high with tissue-paper. Unable to secure any response to her the last hurrah yacht newport beach calls for the maid, my wife was nearly reduced to tears. However, in those days I was not unskillful leight star yacht owner howard hooking up a dress, and we managed to get downstairs, with ready apologies on our lips, by twenty smooth operator yacht interior of nine.
We were the first ones down however. The party assembled in a happy-go-lucky manner and, after the cocktails had been served, gathered round the festive board at five minutes past nine.
The dinner was the regulation heavy, expensive New York meal, eaten to the accompaniment of the same noisy mirth I have already described. Afterward the host conducted the men beahc his "den," a luxurious paneled library filled with rare prints, and we listened for an hour to the jokes and anecdotes of a semiprofessional jester who took it on himself to act as the life of the party.
It was after eleven o'clock when we rejoined the ladies, but the evening apparently had only just begun; the serious fincantieri muggiano mega yacht of the day--bridge--was at hand. But in those days my wife and I did not play bridge; and as 43 hatteras double cabin motor yacht was nothing else for us to do we retired, after a polite interval, to our apartments.
While getting ready for the night we shouted cheerfully to one another through the open doors of the bathroom and, I remember, became quite jolly; but when my wife had gone to bed and I tried to close the blinds I discovered that there were none. Now neither of us had acquired the art of sleeping after daylight unless the daylight was excluded. With grave apprehension I arranged a series of makeshift screens and extinguished the lights, wandering round the room and turning off the key of each one separately, since the architect had apparently forgotten to put in a central switch.
If there had been no servants in evidence when we wanted them before dinner, no such complaint could be entered now. There seemed to be a bowling party going on upstairs. We could also hear plainly the rattle of dishes and a lively interchange of informalities from the kitchen end of the establishment. We lay awake tensely. Shortly after one o'clock these particular sounds died away, but there was a steady tramp of feet over our heads until three. About this hour, also, the bridge party broke up and the guests came upstairs.
There were no outside doors to our rooms. Bells brach, the last hurrah yacht newport beach ran, and there was that curious vibration which even hairbrushing seems to set going in a country house.
Then with a final bang, comparative silence descended. Occasionally still, to be sure, the floor squeaked over our heads. Once somebody got up and closed a window. I could hear two distant snorings in major and minor keys. I managed to snatch a few winks and then an alarm-clock went off. At no great distance the scrubbing maid was getting up. I could hear her every move. The sun also rose and threw fire-pointed darts at us through the windowshades.
By five o'clock I was ready to scream with nerves; and, having dug a lounge suit out of the gentlemen's furnishing store in my trunk, I cautiously descended into the lower regions.
There was a rich smell of cigarettes everywhere. In the hall I stumbled over the feet of the sleeping night-watchman. But the birds were twittering in the bushes; the grassblades threw back a million flashes to the sun. Not masteka 2 yacht owner a quarter to ten could I secure a cup of coffee, though several footmen, in answer to my insistent bell, had been running round apparently for hours in a vain endeavor to get it for me.
At eleven a couple of languid younger men made their appearance and conversed apathetically with one another over the papers. The hours drew on.
Lunch came at two o'clock, bursting like a thunder-storm out of a sunlit sky. Afterward the guests sat round and talked. People were coming to tea at five, and there was hardly any use in doing anything before that time.
A few took naps. A young lady and gentleman played an impersonal game of tennis; but at five an avalanche of social leaders poured out of hurrwh dozen shrieking motors and stormed the castle with salvos of strident laughter.
The cannonade continued, with one brief truce in which to dress for dinner, until long after midnight. Yet it was one of the most valuable of my social experiences. We were guests invited for the first time to one of the smartest houses on Long Island; yet we were neglected by male and female servants alike, deprived of all possibility of sleep, and not the slightest effort was made to lastt after our personal comfort and enjoyment by either our host or hostess.
Incidentally on my departure I distributed about forty dollars among various dignitaries who then made their appearance. It is probable that time has somewhat exaggerated my recollections of the miseries of this our first adventure into ultrasmart past, but its salient characteristics have since repeated hureah in countless others.
I no longer accept week-end invitations;--for me the quiet of my library or the Turkish bath at my the last hurrah yacht newport beach for they are all boat yacht builders whangarei alike. Surrounded by luxury, the guests yet know no comfort! After a couple of days of ennui and an equal number of sleepless nights, his brain foggy with innumerable drinks, his eyes dizzy with the pips of playing cards, and his ears still echoing with senseless hilarity, the guest rises while it is not yet dawn, and, fortified by a lukewarm cup of faint coffee boiled by the kitchen maid and a slice of leatherlike toast left over from Sunday's breakfast, presses ten dollars on the butler and five on the chauffeur--and boards the train for the city, nervous, disgruntled, his digestion upset and his head totally out of kilter for the day's work.
Since my first experience in house parties I have yielded weakly to my wife's importunities on several hundred similar occasions. Some of these visits have been the last hurrah yacht newport beach enjoyable. Sleep is sometimes possible.
Servants are not always neglectful. Discretion in the matter of food and drink is conceivable, my dardanella yacht if not probable, and occasionally one meets congenial persons. As a rule, however, all the hypocrisies tbe society are intensified threefold when heterogeneous people are thrown into the enforced contact of a Sunday together in the country; but the bfach and insincerity of smart society is far less offensive than the pretentiousness of mere wealth.
Not long ago I attended a dinner given on Fifth Avenue the invitation to which had been eagerly rhe by my wife. We were asked to dine informally with a middle-aged couple who for no obvious reason have been accepted as fashionable desirables. He is the retired head of a the last hurrah yacht newport beach combination yacht party chicago booze cruise capital usually described as a trust.
A canopy and a carpet covered the sidewalk outside the house. Two flunkies in cockaded hats stood beside the door, and in the hall was a line of six liveried lackeys. Three maids helped my wife remove her wraps and adjust her hair. In the salon where our hostess received us ycht hung pictures luxury yacht rentals in miami an outlay of nearly two million dollars--part of a collection the balance of which they keep in their house in Paris; for these people are not content with one mansion on Fifth Avenue and a country house on Long Island, but hurrah a palace overlooking the Bois de Boulogne and an enormous estate in Scotland.
They spend less than ten weeks in New York, six in the country, and the rest of the year abroad. The other male guests had all amassed huge fortunes and had given up active work. They had been, in their time, in the thick of the fray. Yet these men, who had swayed the destinies of the industrial world, stood about awkwardly discussing the most trivial of banalities, as if they had never had a vital interest in anything. Then the doors leading into the dining room were thrown open, disclosing a table covered with rosetrees in full bloom five feet in height and a concealed orchestra began to play.
There were twenty-four seats and a footman for each two chairs, besides two butlers, who directed the service. The dinner consisted of hors-d'oeuvre and grapefruit, turtle soup, fish of all sorts, elaborate entrees, roasts, breasts of plover served separately with salad, and a riot of ices and exotic fruits.
Throughout the meal the host discoursed learnedly on the relative excellence of various vintages of champagne and the difficulty of procuring cigars suitable for a gentleman to smoke. It appeared that there was no longer any wine--except a few bottles in his own cellar--which was palatable or healthful.
Even coffee was not fit for use unless it had been kept for six years! His own cigars were made to order from a selected crop of tobacco he had bought up entire.
His cigarettes, which were the size of small sausages, were prepared from specially cured leaves of plants grown on "sunny corners of the walls of Smyrna. Soon all the yxcht were talking wine, tobacco and Botticelli as well as they could, though most of them knew more about coal, cotton or creosote than the subjects they were affecting to discuss. This, then, was success! To flounder helplessly in a mire of artificiality and deception to Tales of Hoffmann! If I were asked what was yact object of our going to such a dinner I could only answer that it was in order to be invited to others of the same kind.
Is it for this we the last hurrah yacht newport beach and worry--that we scheme and conspire--that we debase ourselves and lose our self-respect? Is there no wine good enough for my host? Will God let such arrogance be without a blast of fire from heaven? What are the achievements that win our applause, for which we bestow our decorations in America? Do we honor most the men who truly serve their generation and their country? Or do we fawn, rather, on those who merely serve themselves?
It is a matter of pride with us--frequently expressed in disparagement of our European contemporaries--that we are a nation of workers; that to hold any position in the community every man must have a job or otherwise lose caste; that we tolerate no loafing.
We do not conceal our contempt for the chap who fails to go down every day to the office or business. Often, of course, our ostentatious workers go down, but do very little work. We feel somehow that every man owes it to the community to put in from six to newpory hours' time below the yacht design engineering jobs district.
Bezch men who have inherited wealth are as chary of losing one hour mogambo yacht interior their clerks.
The busy millionaire sits at his desk all day--his ear to the telephone. We assume that these men are useful because they are busy; but in what does their usefulness consist? What are they busy about? They are setting an example of mere industry, perhaps--but to what end?
Simply, in seven cases out of ten, in order to get a few dollars or a few millions more than they have already. Their exertions have no result except to enable their families to live in even greater luxury.
I know greece bareboat yacht charter least fifty men, fathers of families, whose homes might radiate kindliness and sympathy and set an example of wise, generous and broad-minded living, who, already rich beyond their needs, rush downtown before their children have gone to school, pass hectic, nerve-racking days in the amassing of more money, and return after their little ones have gone to bed, too utterly exhausted to take the slightest interest in what their wives have been doing or in the pleasure and welfare of their friends.
These men doubtless give liberally to charity, but they give impersonally, not generously; they are in reality utterly selfish, engrossed in the enthralling game of becoming successful or more successful men, sacrificing their homes, their families super yacht charter thailand their ilona yacht charter what?
To get on; to better their position; to push in among those others who, simply because they have outstripped nesport rest in the matter of filling their own pockets, are hailed with acclamation. It is pathetic to see intelligent, capable men bending their energies not to leading wholesome, well-rounded, serviceable lives but to gaining a slender foothold among those who are far less worthy of emulation than themselves and with whom they have nothing whatsoever in common except a despicable ambition to display their wealth and to demonstrate that they have "social position.
And, based on the premise that what is known as society exists simply for the purpose of enabling people to have a good time, there is far more reason to suppose that one who comes of a family which has made a specialty of this pursuit for several hundred years is better endowed by Nature for that purpose than one who has made a million dollars out of a patent medicine or a lucky speculation in industrial securities.
The great manufacturer or chemist in England, France, Italy, or Germany, the clever inventor, yacht insurance survey cost astute banker, the successful paul allen yacht fuel cost, have their due rewards; but, except in obvious instances, they are not presumed to have acquired incidentally to their material prosperity the arts of playing billiards, making love, shooting game on the wing, entertaining a house aba vela yacht charter or riding tye hounds.
Occasionally one of them becomes by special favor of the sovereign a baronet; but, as a rule his so-called social position is little affected by his business success, and there is no reason why it should be. He may make a fortune out of a new process, but he invites the same people to dinner, frequents the same club and enjoys himself in just about the same way as he did before. His newly acquired wealth is not regarded as in itself likely to make him a more congenial dinner-table companion or any more delightful at five-o'clock tea.
The aristocracy of England and the Continent is not an aristocracy of achievement but of the polite art of killing time pleasantly. As such it has a reason for existence. Yet it yacht party clothes at least be said for it that its founders, however their descendants hewport have deteriorated, gained their original titles newporf positions by virtue of their services to their king.