Two hundred back-to-nature enthusiasts stripped behind the blank-ered windows at a house-warming of the newly-formed nudist club in Cricklewood.
In an old-fashioned 15-roomed house they danced to the music of a radiogram, played table tennis, and "hunt the. slipper"—stark naked.
The members arrived with sandals tucked under their arms, and there was a long line of cars outside the house. Members stood sipping cups of tea non-chalantly about the various rooms, chatting and laughing as though they were at a St. James's club,'
I went to this "tailor's nightmare writes a "Sunday Dispatch" reporter. I passed through the front door, and this was carefully closed behind me. A second door, with frosted-glass panels, opened, and I entered. England's strangest club.
Nude children, laughing happily, chased each other up and down stairs, while their parents Iounged under sun-ray lamps and stood im front of open coal fires, I had to do some fast talking to persuade the nudists that I only wanted to write a story about the place, and not "get into uniform," as they call it.
Marion Lily, secretary of the National Sufi and Air Association, told me about the club. She said: "Members here can throw off their clothes as they please, and can attend Iéctures and dances or play darts and chess in the nude. There is a well-stocked library where they can read.
My regret is that the builders didn't fix the hot shower in time for the party, as our members love a nice shower.
Mari jon Lily admitted that there is some opposition to the scheme; "but," she said, "I refuse to listen to it"
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