Some of the girls had been waiting patiently five years for the party. Now their men were returning from the war and they were aquiver with anticipation of Montreal's most spectacular society hoedown.
Corsage boxes under their arms, new white gowns carefully tucked inside evening wraps, the girls minced over worn red carpets through the cold night air to a Cypress Street entrance of stately Hotel Windsor. Well ahead of the 9:30 starting time, some retired to powder rooms to rig their elbow-length gloves, give themselves a last appraising look. The occasion: the 67th anniversary of the historic St. Andrew's Day...
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