In New York, the society of Ward McAllister's Four Hundred has become emulsified in cafe society's bottle. In Washington, the society of the cave-dwellers was sacrificed on the time clock of a U.S. Government that became too busy for measured elegance. But in Chicago, high society has survived almost intact from the days when Mrs. Potter Palmer led the elite around by her pearl rope necklace. Even in Chicago something has been lacking. Not in yearsnot, in fact, since the Palmer days of the '905has Chicago had an acknowledged queen of society....
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