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IN the heart of London's clubland there stands a tall and grimly forbidding edifice known to taxi-drivers and the elegant young men who frequent its precincts as the Drones Club. Here it is that young gallants of Muyfair forgather for the pre-luncheon bracer and to touch lightly on the topics of the day. But all is not idle chatter that passes at this hour of the morning snifter— life in its sterner aspects often comes under review and is discussed with a candour that loosens tongues and encourages confidences.
Then it is that Eggs and Beans cluster round, and with bated breath, listen while a Crumpet holds the floor with a dramatic narrative of domestic disturbances in the life of Bingo Little or, perhaps, the heart-throb story of Freddy Fitch-Fitch at Droitgate Spa. To die members of the Drones such epics are history in the making; and to us, because our ribs ache from joyous laughter, they are no less significant.