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: 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?