A weekly society paper. It contains announcements, gossip, tittle-tattle, book and play reviews, along with fiction, poetry and illustrations by the blooming Unity artistic community. It thus has two almost completely non-overlapping circulations: the artists buy it to read and look at each others' work but couldn't care less about which heiress has been seen with whom, while the society skip over their witterings.
The gossip columnist goes by the pseudonym LuceCannon; she (or he...) hasn't annoyed anyone sufficiently for them to go to the trouble of working out who's been at all those parties.
Friday, August 24th, 1923 Luce Cannon's column
{{{And one guy is turning into a bigger flat tyre than my old man, nay, than his old man! One girl was flying high on it, though. I'd hate to be there when she lands, man!}}}
<<< I'm aware this is terrible - could someone who cares about the Gazette not being poo fix this? -- SimonBooth >>>
Friday 19th October, 1923 Luce Cannon's column
For the first time ever I'm lost for words. What can I say? I just love the radio.