There is a definite tang in the air these days, and there's a feeling abroad that social Shanghai is about to burst into a round of activities at any moment. In fact, it has started already.
Last' Saturday afternoon for instance, the Courts-Greenfield wedding, besides being an interesting and enjoyable event, served also as sort of gathering of the clans. That is to say, the large' number of people who went to the reception met one another clothed in their right mind (so to speak) after having met on bathing suit, sultan, and beach pyjama terms all through the summer, Everyone, was really most civilised. All tans were carefully hidden smith stockings; previously hatless heads sported the new autumn models, and even the men were constrained to abandon white for dark suits.
The dark suits, I noticed in several cases, had creases in the most odd places, and many smelt suspiviously of camphor. In fact, the young man who happened to be sitting in front of me in the church was wearing a suit that had only too obviously been reposing in a tin-lined box only half an hour beforehand. However, perhaps one should not admit to noticing such details when the marriage ceremony is in progress, Which brings us back to the wedding itself.
There were several good points about the event. The Cathay Hotel ballroom is an ideal place for a large reception, the speeches were notable for their brevity, the bride and bridegroom were decidedly a good-looking pair, and the bridegroom's sister showed a distinct ability for organisation—even to. @>:2: i2 funny faces so that the the small but important detail of
little flower girls should smile at the right moment' when their pictures were being taken.
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