The New Sheridan Club:
Des Esseintes, back from the wilderness
The New Sheridan Club:
Miss Hartley
The New Sheridan Club:
New visitor Eugenie Rhodes
The New Sheridan Club:
Parson Woodford strikes a pose
The New Sheridan Club:
I should charge money for this sort of thing
The New Sheridan Club:
Frisax (l) and Timothy Kennington
The New Sheridan Club:
A fine panama. Not sure whose
The New Sheridan Club:
Dr Black
The New Sheridan Club:
Robert Beckwith delivers a languid bon mot
The New Sheridan Club:
Ensign Polyethyl
The New Sheridan Club:
(l-r) Merlin, in a club punishment tie, Mrs H. and Willow
The New Sheridan Club:
Mr Hepburn begins. At this point I realise he too is not wearing a tie
The New Sheridan Club:
The lights go out, there's a scuffle...
The New Sheridan Club:
And decorum is restored
The New Sheridan Club:
A plan for a spun sugar centre piece
The New Sheridan Club:
Willow watches attentively
The New Sheridan Club:
The talk over, Mrs H. is evidently tickled by something in the Newsletter
The New Sheridan Club:
The throng prepares to leave
The New Sheridan Club:
On the left, note, a rare appearance by Senior Sub
The New Sheridan Club:
A vol-au-vent, one of Carême's many culinary inventions
The New Sheridan Club:
How many NSC ties can you count, children?