After all that courtly commotion, it's time to chow down. While the Club usually didn't bury a pig or serve two finger poi, there was always more than the natives could eat. And we don't think George Scanlan's grass shirt shed in the soup. Ed Walsh is next to George and down the line we see the Nicholsons, Butch and Joanne. Connie Scanlan is dishing up grub on our right.

                     Photo courtesy of : Mary Schroder