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Long life

An Episcopalian vicar made me warm to the principle of women joining gentlemen’s clubs

After all, how often does a vicar buy you a drink, especially a female one?

21 March 2015

9:00 AM

21 March 2015

9:00 AM

In 1993, when I was living in Manhattan working for the New Yorker magazine, I was chosen as ‘distinguished visitor’ to be a temporary member of the Century Club: there were two of us in this category, me and the Tanzanian ambassador to the United Nations. The Century, in midtown Manhattan on West 43rd Street, is one of the grandest clubs in New York, most of which were opened in the 19th century in imitation of the gentlemen’s clubs of London.

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