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A string of smart motors swished up the driveway to Mrs. Edward Small Moore's shingled, rambling country home in Roslyn, L. I. one sunny morning last week. Out of the shining automobiles stepped 70 ladies clad brightly, tastefully, expensively. Reckoned by money and prestige, they were the cream of the nation's womanhood, gathered from Maine to Oregon. Inside the Moore house they sat on Early American chairs and ate a chatty meal. Then the ladies repaired to a long drawing room full of roses and tulips. At this point...
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