At a meeting of the Golden League
of Mystery a Woman was discovered, writing in a note-book.
A member directed the attention of the Superb High
Chairman to her, and she was asked to explain her
presence there, and what she was doing.
“I came in for my own pleasure
and instruction,” she said, “and was
so struck by the wisdom of the speakers that I could
not help making a few notes.”
“Madam,” said the Superb
High Chairman, “we have no objection to visitors
if they will pledge themselves not to publish anything
they hear. Are you — on your honour as
a lady, now, madam — are you not connected
with some newspaper?”
“Good gracious, no!” cried
the Woman, earnestly. “Why, sir, I am
an officer of the Women’s Press Association!”
She was permitted to remain, and presented
with resolutions of apology.
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