Pres. (To sec.) By the way, Miss Lightfoot, you appear to be a stranger to Miss Duffy. Allow me to introduce you. Miss Duffy, Miss Lightfoot; Miss Lightfoot, Miss Duffy. (They bow.)
Sec. (Continues.) Miss Hapgood, Miss Littlejohn, Miss Brownmuffin—(hesitates) Willie Jones.
Chorus. Good gracious, is she a boy?
Birdie. (Rises, severely.) There seems to be some mistake about that name. One of the rules of this club is that no man shall ever enter its sacred precincts or even be mentioned except pro forma. I think it is an insult to the club even to mention a man’s name here in that familiar way—Willie Jones—much less to put his name on the roll.
Pres. I agree to that, Miss Robbins. It is in atrociously bad taste if intended for a joke.
Sec. I found the name on a slip of members proposed.
Pres. (With dignity.) Ladies, who proposed Willie Jones? (No answer. Dollie, who has been busily talking to a member suddenly realizes that some business is before the club and asks:)
Dollie. What is the question?
Pres. (Sternly.) The question is, who dared desecrate our roll with the name of a man. Willie Jones, who is he?