Gala Night

The dance floor was crowded with sad-looking people in tinsel hats. Clouds of balloons floated down from the ceiling, and the diners who were left behind at their tables solemnly amused themselves by blowing out paper tubes with feathers on the end and making shrill blasts with wooden whistles. The English, in their way, were having a Gala Night.

Macdonald Hastings, Mr Cork’s secret (and Greta Garbo in The Temptress, c.1926 offering a good deal more fun.)

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