One day last week several score plump, giggling ladies of a certain age risked their lives riding across the ruffled waters of Chesapeake Bay aboard a small tender. The Senate Ladies Club and a collection of wives of the Cabinet and of ex-officials (among them Widow Woodrow Wilson), were off on a jaunt to that sanctum of male Democratic leisure, the Jefferson Islands Club some 20 miles southeast of Annapolis. They had a look through the rambling clubhouse, traipsed over the 34-acre island on which it stands and viewed the Club's 136-acre duck-hunting...
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