WHAT A HEEL!: How Not To Get Into The Harvard Club
Lawrence Doherty claims he was thrashed by a bunch of drunks at the oh-so-proper Harvard Club on West 44th Street in New York City last month, and suffered "injuries to various parts of his head, body and limbs and nervous system," according to the New York Post.
He has now filed a lawsuit that accuses the club of "negligence, carelessness and recklessness" because it "failed to provide a safe eating and drinking place," "engaged in the sale of liquor to an intoxicated person," and "allowed and permitted persons bent upon violence to be and remain in, about and upon the [club's] premises."
Lonnie Soury, a spokesman for the club, counters that Doherty, who is not a member, got into an altercation with another man, also not a member, and that police were called right away.
The Post’s description of the club brought back fond memories for The Stiletto, who frequented the elite establishment on the arm of a member who liked to stop there for drinks before dinner:
Founded in 1865, the Harvard Club has thousands of [student, alumni and faculty] members worldwide.
It moved to its current home in 1894, in a landmark building designed by Charles F. McKim, and features amenities ranging from guest rooms, a barbershop, three dining rooms, a squash court, 30,000 volume library and a mahogany horseshoe bar with brass foot rails.
Sadly, said member is no longer in The Stiletto’s life, and since she went to a public college she is not likely to see the inside of the Harvard Club again unless she keeps company with another Harvard man.
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