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| Detroit News, May 24, 1959 |
One of the great secrets that came out of the Yondotega Club's 1938 suit against the government in tax court was the "Kibitzers Foundation for Needy Friends to Encourage Scientific Card Playing." Which wasn't a secret at all but rather some butter-churning bullshit to amuse rich people while they dine and play with Pedro. The card game, not an underage domestic on a foreign island serving the nouveau riche. That would be Freer and Jerome and gang at Capri circa 1900.
This was a different game and the stakes were high: lose in court and lose your clubhouse but gain the city itself, whatever would be left of it in a decade or two. Which takes us back to bread and circuses as sport and entertainment rule the former town of 2.5 million and likewise the club of 100 on East Jefferson Avenue.
Do I think that they are a secret society meddling with society at large? It would be a great leap to think that they weren't at least tinkering with the concept just not in the club. And why should they in their idle time when they held all or most of the cards? Outside those walls is another story altogether.
The bronze doors of Jerome, the tarpon on the wall evicted from a mansion by a mogul's wife and the lobster Newburg (no relation to your Hines Park carp) all came with the new headquarters down the road from the old. There's nothing to behold except, like a lost handbag of Marion Alger, the intrigue. So precious that even a spouse couldn't peer into it and if they did they would see nothing but the illusion of sanctity within walls built by men in an attempt at deification. The most unholy being the discarding of playing cards after each game. For shame ye exacting heathens!

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