The morning call., 1894-09-07
BRETT'S CAMP AT MONTEREY
THE SLIGHT HAS BEEN AVENGED

There is another eruption in society,
and James Brett Stokes and Ned Green
way have once more fallen asunder while
the lava of their wrath flows uninterrupted
down the social highway and threatens to
inundate the dancing and merry-making
pOpulace.
The mutterings of this outburst were
distinctly heard last year when j. Brett
started his Festina Lente at the artificial
ice skating rink and held weekly gather
ings where society could glide and skate
its name on ice that refused toimmortal-
iZe it. When the rank and file of the 400
had been taught TO keep from falling down
and the vast pavilion was alive with the
special music and joyous hum of the IA
vored few Ned Greenway knocked timidly
at'tbe door for admission, but receiving no
invitation to join the throng he increased
the tapping, till it rose to full-grown
Greenway roar and the portals were
thrown open to admit the new star. Ned's
heart was full OF gratitude to J. Brett, and
on the occasion of his concluding Friday
Night Club Cotillion" in December ne
very graciously and without pang wrote
him dainty invitation to be on hand and
make himself at home. Here was the
career, and he with as much dignity as he
could command took his pen in hand"
and expressed the regret that he would
find it incouvenent to be present.
Thus il was that the gauntlet of social
knight was thrown down on the waxed
floor. to be picked up by Ned and tossed
back in the face of his adversary when the
lime was ripe to do the daring deed.
week, when on one balmy summer day
when the birds chirped, the surf sighed
and the restless waves Tapped the spark
ling sands j. Brett, dressed in an alahaster
flannel tennis suit, strolled among the lords
and ladies and quietly spread throughout
the assemblage the fact that at II A. me-
flannel cotillon" would be held in the
hotel parlors for those to whom he had
spoken. But alas; be forgot Greenway.
Gayly the dance went on and the sweet
strains of Straus' waltzes tloated out on
the lawn and died away among the oleand-
ers and daisies 1odding in the summer
breeze. The whole world seemed at peace,
but the demon Revenge stole into the
heart of Ned Gresnway and he fed back
10 the great metropolis to prepare mighty
slaughter OF the j. Brett Stokes forces and
toss them over ths cliff of a social reform
built on lines modelled by none other than
Greenway himself He took into
his confidence justly celebrated
society printer, and on the following
day the mails were filled with embossed
Autographed invitations to all those who
still enjoyed the good will of Greenway,
which set forth in dainty words and choice
phrases the startling fact that the good old
Friday-night cotiilons would again begin
under the able management of the old
master and leader of the german, Ned
Greenway. None of them were sent to
those who danced or even looked on at j.
Brett Stokes flannel" affair at Monterey,
and the news was flashed over the wire
that Ned was running an exclusive affair
to which none of the Stokes forces were
invited.
j. Brett put on his armor and began the
formation of similar plan Of campaign,
in which none of the Greenway cohorts
were expected TO take a hand. 1t was but
the work of few hours and the two So
cial leaders had following of 200 each of
the famous 400
Society trembes at the gap confronting
1t and wonders where the war will cease,
while Wellington Greenway and Napoleon
Stokes stand with drawn swords and wait
the sound of the first gun to plunge into a
final conflict and end the struggle that
threatens to shatter society and make va
cant the seat now without ruling occu-