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most of the people I would want to see were there. So the next day I went to the Grosvenor and noting the sign, "Not Open to the Public," I blithely walked on in and signed up as representing Chevalier Publications, which of course I was. But I found that the big shots that had been there the day before had gotten enough of it and had gone back to their offices so I missed them both ways.

Friday night the Beaumont Society had a reception at one of the hotels which was put on in a very swanky manner. I was introduced and gave them a little talk. I am the grandmother of their organization, too, you see. When I was in England in 1969 I read a paper to the International Social Psychiatry Convention. I was ap- proached after it by a reporter for the London Observer who wanted an interview with me and I arranged to give it to her the next day which I did and which she printed. That interview resulted in about 50 letters from FPs inquiring about the organization I had mentioned. At that time all the members of the little group were members of our American FPE group. But as a result of those 50 letters they got a good nucleus and have grown ever since. That was 10 years ago and that was why I thought it appropriate that I should show up for their 10th anniversary banquet having largely been responsible for the organization in the beginning.

Then the next night, Saturday, was the big affair. It was held in the Kensington Town Hall which is a beautiful modern building which seemed to be quite new. It had cavernous underground parking, a big reception hall and luxurious dining room and dance floor. There were 170 lovely ladies in evening gowns present and only about 25 of them were female. It was privately catered and with a private security service, both of whom had served the Beaumont on previous occasions. It was a really swank affair. The spacious powder room was well stocked with lovelies before dinner was served and the bevy of beauties lined up to get their wraps from the cloak room after it was over would have looked quite appropriate at the opera.

I asked the chairlady of the arrangements committee about the reaction of the powers that be who had to be approached for the rental of the place. She said that there was nothing to it. They wanted to know the nature of the group and how long they'd been around and where they had met on previous occasions and, assured that it wasn't a fly-by-night group, but was serious and had met in various

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