Milady’s Boudoir Magazine published some pictures from The Kit-Kat Club in the Sunday Edition of August, 19__ that were later reprinted with permission in a few other publications including The Daily Trail and The Daily Socialite. Some of the commentary that accompanied these photographs and some of the reactions to them are published below.
Written by Stiffy Byng for Milady’s Boudoir Magazine:
The Kit-Kat Club is one of Bertie’s favourite haunts. It is one of the few places that can give him everything that he likes – good food, more good food, liqueurs of every kind, a chance to dance, the company of many svelte beauties and friends as loony as he is and the complete lack of supervision. In a way, it is a jazzier albeit costlier version of The Drones Club. Now, let us consider this photograph.
One could be forgiven for mistaking his dance partner here for Miss Ginger Rogers. An uncanny resemblance really, and judging by Bertie’s expression, he is channelling his inner Fred Astaire. Apparently, he created quite a sensation that evening. I noticed Madeline Bassett sighing several times and then cornering a photographer for a copy of the pictures taken during the dance. I tell you, that man is one of the luckiest young blokes in all of London. I will tell you why. Not only is he sharing rather luxurious accommodation in the centre of the metropolis with Lady Roberta Wickham, but his social circle seems to be populated with an aristocratic beauty circus — the likes of Baroness Pauline Stoker, Lady Angela Travers and Stiffy Byng (yes, I’ve included my own name; I was never one for false modesty) — to name a few. If the man grins ear to ear on most mornings, it is the most natural thing in the world. Look at this picture.
To be fair to Bertie, however, he was probably thinking of the endless hors d’oeuvres that the Kit-Kat Club seems to serve.
Submitted by ‘A concerned citizen’ to both The Daily Socialite and The Daily Trail:
Dear Sir,
I draw your attention to the rather inappropriate pictures published in your newspaper yesterday featuring that snake in the grass – Wooster. Now why are you all so enamoured with him? I am assured by someone intellectual, indeed she is a published author herself, that instead of pictures being instructive and serving the edification of the male mind, they are increasingly the instrument of a most unwarranted change in English social customs. Indeed, this is a most serious matter and I urge you to reflect on the example being set here for the young working man and woman. However, your readers certainly understand your compulsions and I do not protest your choice of displaying the honourable Lady Roberta Wickham and Baroness Pauline Stoker and other graceful ladies of stately bearing in your pages.
Yours sincerely,
A concerned citizen
Submitted by ‘A gentle soul speaking haiku’ to The Daily Socialite
Bright nights bright lights seen
Dancing prancing man within
Oh my leaping heart
Also,
Dancing city nights
Dionysus sits and sees
Admiring green eyed
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