Our Man at the Golliwog Lounge

The second national meeting of the Philadelphia Society, March 4-5, wound up in contemplation of a rump of gold lame. And a good thing, too.

Chicago. It was getting on toward midnight Saturday, a cold night, with wild watusis of snow outside, and half a dozen of us were left in the Sheraton’s Golliwog Lounge. The last sessions of the Philadelphia Society’s second annual meeting had ended a couple of hours ago. NR’s Bill Rickenbacker had gone back to the Palmer House, but Warren Nutter was still there, and a sable-eyed Republican brunette, mother of two; and Tim Wheeler of Rally Magazine, and one or two others.

JJ

About the Author

James Jackson Kilpatrick

Featured Tags

The second national meeting of the Philadelphia Society, March 4-5, wound up in contemplation of a rump of gold lame. And a good thing, too.

Chicago. It was getting on toward midnight Saturday, a cold night, with wild watusis of snow outside, and half a dozen of us were left in the Sheraton’s Golliwog Lounge. The last sessions of the Philadelphia Society’s second annual meeting had ended a couple of hours ago. NR’s Bill Rickenbacker had gone back to the Palmer House, but Warren Nutter was still there, and a sable-eyed Republican brunette, mother of two; and Tim Wheeler of Rally Magazine, and one or two others.